He sits down, taking in the room. He cannot help but feel a bit exposed at this open concept plan. [Read: Not every surface - be horizontal, vertical, sloped - has been crammed with flowerpots, books and knickknack that "will certainly be of use at a later point".]

"Thou knowst," he leans onto the Professor, a hand on his knee, "thou doestn't have to bribe me to like thee. It is entirely unnecessary," he adds with a chuckle.

But he takes the glass nevertheless and tests a sip, weighing in first the colour and scent, then the taste. Belatedly he realizes he is supposed to swallow rather than remain in the part where he tests anything new for poisons. (But what a novel experience that would be.)