He offers a sheepish smile and a nod in thanks for the wine. Should they really be eating or drinking? Faerie food and all that. Even with Iseul’s reassurance that no Fae hands were involved in the banquet’s preparation, Snake’s not sure. They can’t lie, but that doesn’t mean they’re telling the whole truth, either.

What the hell. You only live once. Snake lifts his glass in a small salute to his (momentary?) companion.

“I appreciate your concern, friend. I’ll do my best not to make any enemies of people far more powerful than me.”