Bayard nods eagerly, not for the alcohol but for the stated challenge. A Sartoris doesn't retreat without reason, he's always been told. There's nothing dishonorable in a retreat if it's wiser, but you don't do it out of whimsy. You care too much about your freedom for that, for throwing off the chains of Northern oppression.

"Am I to drink too, sir? My father let me have some whiskey once."