Dean chuckled. His collection was... almost embarrassingly expensive, but truthfully he didn't care. He drank casually enough that it wasn't too outrageous and he only bought bottles he was actually going to drink.

"I think it's enough to enjoy it," Dean acquiesced as the butler came back in with their next round. It was well-timed and he was curious just how they knew when to bop in and out. He wasn't meant to worry about it though, so he wouldn't. He took a sip of water to cleanse his palate and raised his second glass to Lestrange. "I think the best bourbon comes from the States, so it's pricey to get ahold of, but I'm sure I can manage." He had to know someone with a connection. "That's what you prefer, right?" Over their conversations, he thought that was what Lestrange had said.