"You know, I've seen weirder, and it's generally worked out in my favor." That eases his mood some; David hadn't spilled coffee on him, but some sort of love-god-spell conspiracy had led him to a coffee shop with a person he now held dear, so maybe he could be pleasant to this person, who clearly had not meant to spill coffee on him.

"Before we descend into a never ending 'no, me' gentleman's battle, I will cede, because I do think I'll have to get these cleaned, so we'll call that even." He steps into line at the gesture. The pants will be fine in the wash, and talking to someone who isn't insufferable is easing his irritation. "I'm Balthier, by the way."