He tops off Fiona's glass and snorts a weak laugh despite himself at Alistair's joke. It takes a moment of mental calculation, another moment to consider 'is it worth it or not or will it make this worse' and honestly?

At this point it couldn't possibly make things worse.

"Ah, yes-" He starts, with a vague approximation of an Orlesian accent and a solid mimicry of Alistair's voice. "How terrible it would be to sound like this all the days of your life.'