[He's improvising. It's truly a wonder he's even thought about the heating-the-knife-with-fire-to-kill-germs thing, then again, it's all post-extraction. Not very impressive, son of a doctor.]

Yeah right, your plan so far sucked.

[Yeah yeah, he was an operative part of that. The whiskey has him forgetting about that self-ownage and not because he's psychically (telepathically?) ingested some of it on sight. It's because he didn't even know it was there and he can't begin to fathom why it's there. Unless some lazy drunk left it behind, and it really doesn't appear that way.]

Hand you that for what-! Where'd you even get that?!

[Those are some wild accusations, Eren.]