"Uh...well," how to explain? He's still not sure if it's alright to go with full disclosure and tell the truth or not, since no one has really cleared up whether or not Inquisition is synonymous with witch-burning. Kinda need-to-know.

"Thanks," he adds absently, taking the drink in both hands and drumming his fingers on the container absently before raising his left hand and shaking it a bit. A little green spark and he squints at his palm before looking at Korrin with a shrug.

"I'm sort of not from here. Things are way different where I'm from. Mostly not as cool as here, and a lot more fighting. Like...all the time. With everything," he grumbles, lifting the wine and sniffing it before taking a sip. Yep! Pretty foul compared to milk and juice, so far, but he's going with the benefit of a doubt and assuming it's the experience afterwords more than the flavor itself. Being drunk was evidently more important than drinking? He's really not sure, but he'll keep nursing it. The warm feeling is neat, at least.