I have said the same many times, Estinien. Think nothing of it.

[Without drawing too much attention to it, he takes the bottle from him and uncorks it easily, handing it back. Ordinarily here, he would start to undress, pour himself a glass of wine and get comfortable on the bed. Would that be alright here? He figured he can at least pour himself a fresh drink, his last left to turn to vinegar within the castle walls.]

So... Full eager am I to see you return to your proper state. The Mistress was not explicit in her terms of the curse, so I think that perhaps we could start with something... less.... [And he fails to find a word in time.] Penetrative.