"There are some lighter meads I know of that are fashionable in Orlais, their wine is garbage so do not bother with it. While I am out and about I will see what I can find for you, yes?" Not everyone enjoys a burn with their beverage, and delicate palates are, in fact, a thing. He shouldn't be surprised if the dwarf and qunari have opinions as to how much one ought to be able to take.

"In fact...I think there is a bottle of this lovely rose cordial in one of my packs. Light, sweet, perfect for sipping on a cool night to remind oneself of warmer days." He sets his mandolin aside and rises, passing the inquisitor to pick through his pack until he hefts aloft a gilded bottle with a victorious 'a-ha!'.