Castor opens his mouth and shuts it again as two things become immediately apparent: this person can hear his voiceover, and Castor can hear his in return. Fabulous.

:Richard at least seems to be taking this in stride,: Castor's voice carries on with no regard to how awkward this is becoming. Castor squirms in place, looking at the bottles as if they're going to help him.

"I can make you a drink, you just don't need to tip me," he says after a moment, endeavoring to follow Richard's example and treat this like it's not a big deal. He looks around and goes for a bottle of gin.

:This guy looks like a gin kind of guy, insofar as Castor is any expert, which is not at all.:

"...I mean, are you?" Castor asks as prompted, looking weakly at Richard.