[As he reads the labels of the offered wines he chuckles in agreement with North. It would be awful if something reacted with the body badly.
He glances up when North's voice becomes more clear, seeing his face. Ah, it's kind of a relief to not be talking to a visor.]

And I'll go with this one, please. [He picks up a small slender bottle of French dessert wine and rests it in his hands for a moment, thinking of Papa, before handing it to North.]

One of these days I'll have to peruse the collection, especially if there are more things like this. And we just... help ourselves? It feels a bit strange to not be paying.