“I’ve been known to be a...touch absent-minded at times, yes.” Neither an admission of guilt nor a confession of further thefts, his smooth cast smile twitches downwards on one side for a half second as the bottle’s slid back towards him expectantly.

As a creature of eternal night he’d never thought much of backwash, it all registered about the same to a cursed tongue. Now, with a little more mortality in his arsenal, he’s wondering when the last time Edgard brushed his teeth must have been.

“Oh— no. Thank you, I’m quite full.”

He shifts in his seat, then, elbow to the edge of the table, fingertips lax. “So, tell me the truth: you didn't come all this way just to track me down over a little misunderstanding, did you?”

Because if so, bravo.