[He must have had one hell of a burden on his shoulders, and it dawns on him that he might have just needed, and wanted someone to talk to without burdens. So, it prompts a smile to appear on his face, that surprisingly is being shown without him hiding it underneath his drink for once. It doesn't drop despite his words, and he merely shakes his head. Never one to judge when it came to blood shed; else it would make him a hypocrite if he did.]

I would not worry about that. Many of us have blood on our hands, accidentally or purposely. The reason does not matter.

[He is morally gray in that regard it seems. Still, his wife had been a gladiator, and his husband does... Questionable things as a pirate, so he can't quite have morals at this point. Either way, he can't help but smile as he takes a sip of his drink. Not quite having a buzz, since he was pacing himself, but he's glad that his companion across from him is feeling relaxed around him. After all, he it was him, and he never thought strangers would be comfortable around him.]

I am sure you can hold your liquor, but do eat something.