*refills both your and Lily's glasses (you were drinking this straight, right?) before taking a swig out of the bottle* *nicely enough* Suit yourself. Spoilsport.
*steps back to look at both of you, his eyes lingering on you (not that he likes to, but there's something picturesque about the way you're standing there, smoke curling around your face hmm...maybe he should take up painting)* *decisively* But let's do something. I vote for breaking Mír out of old-people land before he dies of boredom.