I get up, to grab a bottle of wyne, standing on the table. Then I pour me and my beloved a glass. "Would you like a glass?" I ask, against my better knowing. "I must forwarn you, it is strong..." "Better not, my love. Our guest will have to travel later." I put the bottle back on the table. "Well then, what else, do you wish to know of me? My tale perhaps? Or did you just wonder about me, who, or what I am?" "Or did you just wanted a chat with us?" Aphasia asks.

"Please, milord, do tell me who you are."
"If there's the time, do tell me your tale."
"Ach... Such hospitality when all I wanted was a quick chat."