[ Having most of a face does flatter most people.

Isaac uncorks and pours with a flourish, eyebrows skating first up — isn’t that a peculiar colour for liquor — before leveling into admission: ]

I’d claim I haven't been avoiding you, [ Fingers to pocket, to a cigarette extended in offer. Want one? He hasn’t yet drunk (Isn't about to go first) ] But then I'd have no reason not to know what the devil you've been up to.