He made his way over, set the tray down on the nightstand next to it, and busied himself with pouring the tea. After that was done, he poured the scotch, and debated between which to offer first.

Scotch would be best, he thought.

He took his own glass, and offered one out for the Doctor as he settled into the space next to him on the bed.

"He's awake, and that's his favorite if I'm any good at sussing these things out from his storeroom," he said by way of greeting, giving a smile. "Drink up."