The first thing he noted was that he was jostled -- and such, was jostled with wine so the wine spilled. He let out a curse, "Maker's balls, what in the name of - Auuuuugh!"

He covered his mouth, his eyes watering, as the smell hit him and everything he drank was trying to come up. He went over to the window and slapped open the shutters, so he could breath in the cool night air. Once he was sure he wasn't going to vomit, he turned to glower at the dwarf.

"What sort of - " He sucked in a breath. The dwarf apologized, and brought him another drink. That was ... at least worth his courtesy.

"Your apology is accepted -- although I think you ought to consider your eating habits." He sits back down, and pulls the ale towards him, before eying him, "James Norrington, and I am attempting to dull my anger with wine."