The Count put away his brandy flask and stood up.

His hand reached out and unerringly found the brandy flask.

Shaking his head, the assassin took a long pull from the brandy flask.

She reached out for the brandy flask and took a little drink.

But I threw the brandy flask into a ditch.

Again he took the brandy flask, opened it, and offered it to me.

He shifted, and then offered me a brandy flask.

Another glow came from the brandy flask, firmly tucked under one little hand.

He patted her hand and left her the brandy flask.

He brought a brandy flask from his pocket, proffering it first to Gentle.