[ The bow makes him smile, small and bemused. It's a little odd, to see someone who looks so different from everyone he's known, be so proper. He takes the offered chair, wrapping the long fingers of one hand around the cup to leech some of the warmth. ]

I assumed you would greet me--and it seems I was right in doing so. [ Besides, he's observant. Even if she hadn't, he'd have figured it out eventually. ] And, yes. I wanted to make sure, first, that you're quite sure about this tonic you're offering. We're strangers, after all.