Maecenas is bored by the tale, he's not rude enough to try and stifle somebody else's creative expression (though, if asked, he'd quite happily go through a lengthy list of where the girl went wrong) but he's also not going to give his attention to something that doesn't do enough work to hold it, so he allows his gaze to meander around the room, settling on the man who's taken a seat beside him. He casts a faintly intrigued eye over the man and is about to move on when he sees the flask and catches the tiniest whiff of what he's pretty sure is alcohol. It's possible the scent isn't related, that it's come from somewhere else or he's imagining it, but he doesn't want to ignore the possibility he's found one of things he's looking for in this place.

Leaning in, he flashes the older man a lazy smile. "Think you had the right idea, bringing your own refreshments."