Alayre had already made his way towards a nearby chair by the time the commander formally invites him. He takes a seat and immediately pours himself a much needed glass on wine. He's done good to keep his alcohol consumption low as of late by always sipping a cup of tea or cider. However, Alayre certainly missed the loving nectar of a crisp sweet wine.

"I certainly don't mind helping myself to your wine, James." The Orlesian says with a tinge of mirth in his tone. "Never shall you find me sampling Fereldan wines any other way." He jests playfully. Alayre spoken like a true connoisseur.

"You have my word that I shan't take my leave until you grow bored of me." He says before taking a generous sip of his glass.

"Not bad."