Aware of the fact that declining might be seen as unkind, he, hesitantly, accepted the old man's offer, just now realizing the man himself was actually blind by the white layer over his eyes.<br/>Lightly, he lifted up his helmet to allow his mouth entrance to the small cup, taking a short sip, grimacing at the taste. He had never been one for beverages.<br/>"I am sorry, sir, but I think I would be a waste for your alcohol." he said, holding the cup in his open palm, offering for the monk to take it back.