A tilt of his head and Fred watched, leaning back against the cabinet on his stool. "You know, i may have gone a little gentle on you, but you sewed yourself up like you were a fucking leather bag - which you aren't, by the way." Fred smiled again and looked at his empty glass and nodded towards the masked mans, "Want another one, Morty? We can pretend you have tears in your eyes 'cause you accidentaly inhaled the whiskey."