[Hells' teeth, it's like a play where his scene partner hasn't read the script. He's the one stuck standing next to the horrid thing, he can't show fear.] Gods, no, this is deadly serious--[He turns to the young human, shooting her a Look as he goes to retrieve a bottle of wine. Play along.] It's her wedding, after all.

[That ridiculous little pamphlet about the ceremony had more to say about drink. It was that or wooing the creature. Confident as he was in seducing marks, he was not doing that unless absolutely necessary. Choosing to walk back over to the thing was bad enough.] Here, darling, I'm sure this will do the trick. [He held out the bottle, tensing just slightly as her blood-covered paw brushed against his hand. No sudden movements.

The bride studied the bottle, still visibly fuming.] It's no use. He's ruined the mood. [She sighs angrily, looking back up at him and the human. That called for another smile.]

Well, then we'll just have to make our own fun, shan't we? [Please, please play along.]