Leo gave a tremendous jump as Lothar moved. He evidently hadn't realised the soldier was conscious.

"If you wan' answers, you might try bringin' me some kind o' whiskey. Or. Anythin' really. Grog."
"Right. Um. Yes," said Leo, doing his level best to look only at Lothar's good eye - with mixed success. Forcing an embarassed grin across his horrified face, he began to sidle awkwardly sideways. "I will get some. Of that."

Managing to slide out of the way of the soldier's stare, he scuttled over to where the Hofstadters kept their liquor. There was a lot of clumsy clinking and rattling, but the miller's son did at last manage to return with something strong.