No, he’ll find it endearing. He knows David has manners when he wants to. And he’ll be glad David is enjoying them.

Balthier reaches to pour port for both of them in low crystal scotch glasses. He snorts at David’s question, which was the exact one he had had when he stumbled across that post.

“Life is only poetic when it intends to wreak havoc on us. It had to be a demon. I’m sure there’s some law that describes that.”

He hands David the glass.