[ Alphinaud's mouth quirks, and he shakes his head. ]

I should think he's rather distracted enough trying to remember to put ice into a glass and not onto the floor to be so personally offended if you abstained from one drink, Exarch.

[ He politely gestures back to where Thomas has now dropped at least half a dozen cubes of ice just outside of the glass he presumes will be used to house his non-alcoholic beverage. Some slip onto the floor at the droid's feet. Others simply make a bit of a mess on the bar table. ]

Worse case scenario, we find a patron in want of a drink.