The hair tug gets a startled flinch, there and gone again, but there is no sign of discomfort on his face when he tsks at her.

"But what if I am a boring old man, herunya? You never know, why, I might become all maudlin after a single glass!"

He shakes his head fondly "You may keep the box, if you like, tis ... how do you say it? 'No skin of my back'?"