Francis shrugged as he still had a little remain in his first glass as the other finished his in a rush. He was clearly not prepared. He rose a brow and shook his head knowingly.

"Tell me about what brought you to Whitby. Or if you had one good thing to drink to, what would it be? I'm sure there is something. Or tell me something that has made you really angry or something you hate. I'll hate it too if you like." His tone made it sound like he was just trying to cheer up the other, even as he was still a completely damp mess that shivered now and again.