He blushes, very faintly, which is probably a funny thing considering just how old he is. Connor hasn't gotten many compliments in his long life, though, and he's never sure how to take them. "...Goodnight beautiful." He sighs huskily. He'll take the scotch to his room, and he's really tempted to finish off the bottle, but he'll re-cork it instead. Dangerous stuff, that. Clearly.