He smiles proudly, content for Hank to believe he'd created this very same beer from the very ether rather than magicking it from the cooler. Yes, he'd technically stolen it, but there was no way for it to be linked to either himself or to Hank. No harm, no foul.

He laughs, shaking his head. "There's no need to apologize, Hank. It is your beer, after all." And he finishes his own before also replacing his own in the same manner.