Neal isn't quite sure he would characterize himself as snotty (although he imagines most people who have met him probably would), so he takes no real offense to the assertion. Instead, he finds himself strangely pleased that another man that shares his face has equally high standards.

"Well, the selection here leaves something to be desired, but I'm sure we can find something," he says, smiling briefly before rubbing at his bristly chin. Much longer and it would be obvious he's got more grey in his beard than he'd let on.

"Red. This '48 Chateau Margaux would be— Well, better in fifty-some years, but considering the price, I'm guessing it's only a couple years old." He pulls it from the shelf, somewhat enamored by the thought. What a strange town. "Honestly, it's not going to get much better, so this is a good price."