"Oh please, just call me Simion" he said grinning as he reached out and palmed the drink she had slid across to him. As she took a sip of her own beverage he raised the cool glass to his lips and gave it an enquiring sniff as the ice clinked, a fancy beverage no doubt in a place like this. 

Recognising the familiar scent of rum Simion took a deep swig from the glass, practically emptying it as he quickly realised how thirsty he was. The taste was somewhat divine in his current state, the dark liquid leaving a fine and smooth aftertaste as well as he swilled the last of the beverage around his mouth before swallowing. 

"Many thanks Miss Jackson" he said with a slightly misplaced chuckle, his eyes once more wandering around his surroundings as his mind also began to wander. He thought about the woman beside him and what she must have been through to find herself as the Sheriff of a frontier town like this one, and then he wondered how many men she might have killed up to this point. 

Snapping his thoughts away from such a negative topic he turned back to her and tried to make further conversation, asking her first about how she was finding the town and her responsibilities before attempting to move the topic along and determine her general opinions and get a feel of what kind of woman she was. In his state he was most talkative, almost forwards in his questioning, although fortunately for Simion he had enough charm and personality do that it didn't seem too odd of a way for him to behave. In truth he was trying to get to know her slightly and possibly at the same time get a feel for what kind of lawman she was.