The assassin smiles at that. Finally finished, he pulls a chair over and sits, crossing one ankle over the other knee and leaning an arm over the chair back.

"Ah, yes. I am sure you have lost enough blood that overindulging might turn you into a human-sized flask of brandy," he jokes, but certainly makes no move to suggest how much Ren should or shouldn't have.

"If that is not enough," he adds as an afterthought, "I do have some elfroot that you might chew on."