"Hardly." For once. The honest assessment- it is no fault of Nida's that Zevran goes quiet and still. That for a moment another face, another voice settles in place, telling him how to spin his tales for the greatest effect. Broad familiar hands and a kind smile when he performs well and-

He always did get a little maudlin while in his cups. It is well past time to switch to water.

"Illegal? That is odd." The laughter doesn't come, not this time. It makes sense to some effect- those that indulged far too young never grew properly, he supposes. It isn't something widely known, isn't something anyone truly cares about- the world is falling down around their ears often enough that the proper age for wine never comes in question. "I am, I think, going to fetch myself some black tea from the kitchen. I find it more palatable if steeped with clove and cinnamon- would you care for a cup of that?"

To sit and drink alone isn't unseemly- but to fetch a drink and not offer something of the same? Terribly rude.