He'll snag the bottle back, taking a good swig himself.

"Mm, then teach this clumsy oaf how to be of any use with one." He leans against Frerin, one arm behind his brother as he holds himself up from falling back.

"If I can learn to wield a blade without taking my fingers off, I must not be a complete waste with a bow." At least teach him how to pull the string back without snapping himself in the face.