[This time he holds up his index finger as he drains the glass, like, wait a sec, bro, be with you in a minute.

Then as he finishes it off, he switches to his middle finger instead. Ahhh, that was refreshing. But you're a dick.

Still, he doesn't express his irritation much more seriously than that. He is grateful for the water, and the rest.]

Screw off, we ain't all witches like you! Some of us have to make water the old-fashioned way!

[ . . . Okay that didn't work the way he meant it to.]

--You know what I mean. Whatever! I'm not gonna get eaten.