[For a moment, his eyes widen with no small measure of surprise. While he may be a battle-hardened veteran in the field, mortal culture is well beyond him. The idea that the drink may have been tampered with hadn’t even occurred to him—and he turns his suspicious gaze to it now, a vague frown of disapproval tugging at his lips. A cursory sniff doesn’t reveal overmuch (beyond the too strong scent of alcohol). Still, now that the thought has been put in his head, Xiao can’t chance anyone else imbibing the questionable cocktail; he briefly crouches to upturn it close to the ground, where it is less likely to splash the clothes of anyone nearby. That accomplished, he stands and turns to regard the woman.]

…I’m fine, [he says, somewhat stiffly—not from an attitude problem, but more from a genuine awkwardness in interacting with others. After a few seconds, he seems to reconsider her offer. The Traveler would have encouraged him to sit. And so, withholding a small sigh, Xiao does so. Only the tips of his feet brush the ground.] I changed my mind.

[He continues to hold the now empty glass, at a loss of what to do with it.]

Your words confuse me. Why would I poison you if I wanted to be introduced? Is that a custom in your lands?