[If asked, he'd give it freely, and greeted Cassidy in a deep blue suit vest and pants to match, a pressed light champagne colored shirt, and dark brown shoes that one could almost see their reflection off of amid the shifting shades of leather. Dark hair coiffed and styled, Matthew was the GQ image of handsome fashion, open collar and all.]

Then welcome to my matchbox of a home, come in, come in. I've nicked a few goblets, a spoon or three, and they do actually have pipes here. Apparently smoking really is multiversal.

[Once Cassidy was in, he closed the door and gestures at the bottle.] What's that then?