A pirate who can't hold his rum is no pirate at all.

[And he's more than happy to perpetuate that stereotype, because he can appreciate a good drink when given the opportunity. Whether it's at a rundown tavern just off the ports or at an upscale party like this one doesn't matter much to him.

When Rip extends his hand, Killian accepts and gives him a firm shake.]

Killian Jones. [He pauses, and taps his hook consciously against the table again.] Although I'm beginning to think that people know me here under another name.