Out of wine, but bountiful in suspicion. The envoy watches his new companion with fresh eyes, and seems on the verge of asking a question, before stalling himself in the face of the new proposition.

"I think... we're safe and well here, and the fire's warm." He is safe, and this conversation, whatever its direction, cannot harm him here. There are dangers in Ke-Waihu that is not accustomed to, faces he does not know whether to trust.

Better here, guarded. "You can call on the maid, and she will bring you more wine."