Shawn eyes the bottle for a second before the Blush of Life shifts to the surface, bringing color to his face. Given the option, he'd rather have the effects than the flavor... but that could always come later. Besides, that guy in the club had had plenty in his veins already.

He tips the bottle in a brief toast, takes a swig, and settles into the spot next to her.

"If I were afraid of dying, I'd be in the wrong business." Being a Hound is dangerous enough. Having to answer to the Coles brought it to a whole other level.