Mm. Thank you.

[Gepard takes the glass without hesitation, not quite as delicate but at least with an understanding of etiquette. The longer he's here, the more he struggling to remove himself that this is just... a friendly request. There's nothing more to it, and he should want nothing out of it.

What would he even want? It's a ridiculous train of thought, even for a moment, but it doesn't keep his expression from softening in Dohalim's presence.]

My men tend to be more understanding than most, I think. The others relaxed when I assured them that we're already drawing up ideas, and that no one will be unheard in any concerns.

[As daunting a task as it is, Gepard is rather used to it. He's practically always on duty anyway... so it feels a little strange, taking the first sip of wine. Even following Dohalim's movements somewhat, he feels clumsy.

The drink itself is exquisite though, he has to admit. That's hardly a surprise with a connoisseur like the Lord, but it's still pleasant to learn.]

... ah. I think I understand now why you enjoy this so, just a little. [He laughs then, soft and warm.]