[He looks at her for a moment, feeling stumped. Had he misread her? He fumbles in the awkwardness, his eyes landing on the liquor that he had brought with him. He takes it up only to uncork it and hand it to her.]

Let us drink, instead, to your victory. And let us drink to the hope that you will have many more. [he gives her the most charming grin he can muster, yet it falls too quickly. He feels a pang of guilt, however. He never meant to humiliate her by turning her down. He knows what effect he might have on her by shutting her down so coldly, yet. How could they approach this?]

Listen... Yenh. I am unused to this. [He makes a sort of sweeping gesture, indicating everything.] I am unused to being stripped of my power and position; to be a common person. Like as not you may feel similarly. I do not wish to be unapproachable to you. I am not the Lord Commander, not here. Would you have offered such a thing if I had never carried my title?