Ah, sir, you don't have to-

[The nervousness is only amplified at the generous gesture and Darkleer just keeps his hand near the glass uncertainly. Wine glasses. Always so fragile. Then the liquid which normally went into it, enough to make grown trolls positively ridiculous... This is looking to be a long night.]

[In all honesty, he's not sure how to proceed. He doesn't want to offend the seadweller, not with his hold on the Helmsman and with the information he needs to find from him. Those matter more than his own personal feelings. However, this is now considerably different then when he had first proposed a meeting. Now, Darkleer has finally settled all his ridiculous flushed drama and...]

[He's a taken troll. This makes him feel on edge more than it normally would.]

[Going through the menu, he immediately begins to search for any dishes lacking meat and tries to figure out how to get through the night as calmly as possible.]

Is there something in particular you had in mind regarding my abilities in battle, sir?