[Being a master strategist, Han sees this is going nowhere. So he changes tack, pouring a second glass (just a bit, he can't imagine Luke has much taste or tolerance for the stuff,) and nudges that over instead.]

It won't keep as well open. We can go shopping later, [he adds with the lopsided suggestion of a grin. Hey, if they're here, they might as well make the most of it, and he's been plumbing some decently deep pockets.]

Come on, don't make me make up some kind of hospitality tradition you're breaking, just have a drink.