That explained it then: why he hadn't seen the man before. "The pleasure's mine," he returned with the ease of someone who enjoyed people and company. "We're uh," he glanced back over his shoulder towards the hill. "We're up there," he pointed in the direction of the house that was sitting up higher than they were, but was still mostly hidden from this vantage point except for the windows on the upper floor. "with all the property and the woods and everything it's hard to tell sometimes when you have neighbors."
When he turned back around, it was to once again glance over the appearance of the man in front of him, and he couldn't keep the smile from his face at the idea of reporting him as a vagrant. No shoes, or no, he didn't think even a bottle of wine would have made him instantly jump to vagrant - particularly not with the accent once he'd spoken. "If you've got good taste in music and good taste in wine, more than likely I'd just ask to join the party," he returned easily. "Now if it's heavy metal and cheap wine, you're right, I'd have to pull out my wallet," but he was grinning. "Sadly, I didn't bring any down with me, so I could only offer you wine if you're willing to walk the flights of stairs up to the patio."