[There's a small twitch to Raistlin's lips as Sebastian questions him. What's bugging this wizard, however, is that he can't quite tell just what Sebastian is. He can sense something unusual, but whether or not he's just another human here with unusual powers is something that Raistlin had yet to determine. And determine it he would. However, he wasn't about to determine it by wasting the debt he was now owed.]
I'm Raistlin Majere. Hardly sir. I left those titles to those who wished to be noble in the public's eye, Sebastian. [Raistlin motioned to the teacup.] It's nothing more than tea mixed with herbs, but the concoction was developed through the assistance of wizards and clerics alike, so I suppose you could consider that it has 'magical' qualities.
[Raistlin folded his arms again, shrugging.] As for what you did to deserve it? Nothing. However, I admire a man who declares a certain amount of decorum even when injured. [He let his gaze meet the butler's directly, his eyes dark for a moment as he studied the other carefully.] And you are a man who insists upon repaying his debts. Of that, you and I are in accordance. [Raistlin studied the man's wound again, frowning a bit.] Your wound is more than a scratch. I've witnessed men dying from lesser wounds than such. You wouldn't be able to repay your debt if you were to carry on like this now, would you?