"My world is now odd for alcohol laws, racism based on skin tone, and lack of elves. Just making sure I've got it all marked on my list. As to the tea, that sound nearly as lovely as my unexpected company for the night."

He can have his compliment, because frankly, Zevran is nearly as attractive as he clearly thinks he is. Perhaps it is just as rude to accept the offering when Nida realized that whatever supplies Zevran would be drawing the clove and cinnamon from would be a limited one. Frankly the place was cold, and he would welcome the warmth before braving the night to find his bed once more. Today had been long, even if it was his nice off day with no ice-mice incidents.