Varker considers the offer, pulling the Macallan towards him, but he doesn't drink straight from the bottle with this one, He'll walk around the desk and pour himself a glass, pushing it toward Sokie again once he's finished in offering for her to try some.

"I...don't know." Is his honest answer as he takes a slow sip from his glass, his expression shifting from delight to something more serious, "My mind has been...fragile lately. But I'll consider it. Leave a book with me later, I'll make a more informed decision then?"