"I've never heard a clearer invitation than that." He accepts the drink with a nod of thanks, hesitating not at all to begin sipping. He seems to see nothing wrong, either with Baltazar, or with accepting a drink from such an odd character.

"So," he starts, head cocking curiously, tipping forward just slightly for a full sweep of the look of his company, "I suppose I'm not wrong to associate you with that short-lived textual conversation, not too far back. And in that case, it's a pleasure to address you more directly! May I ask your name?"