The old officer seemed to think for a moment, his eyes and glasses almost appearing to increase in distance from each other as his thoughts worked themselves out behind his undeflectable gaze. He glanced downward for a moment, nodded, and then looked back up, letting his arms drop to his sides, resting them casually inside his greatcoat's pockets. He glanced at the old man again, nodded a little bit, and then his gaze dropped somewhat, to the near the other man's belt.
"What's that you're drinking, there?" he asked with genuine interest, gesturing toward the hip flask.
