"Do that and I'll cast a Float spell on you, see how thrilling you find losing your footing, princeling." He sounds fond. When Jack lays his hand on him for that moment, he doesn't react out of the ordinary, though he notes it. Regardless of his not-teasing earlier, Balthier knows full well that this is a friendly sort of affection. (Somehow that's worse. He can't begrudge that.)

Balthier lets the wine breathe for a moment, and metal clinks on glass when he picks it up - what a bastard, he didn't even lose any of his rings while getting mauled - and breathes it in for a moment.