[ Peter Quill: man of little morals, full stop.

His own bottle of beer is placed in front of him, and rather than drink, he merely picks it up by its neck, spinning it idly on the bar top. ]

I suppose I do. [ He gives a modest little shrug -- all for show, of course. ]

Anything in particular you wanna know? Can't promise I'll answer everything. A guy's gotta have some secrets.