The Lord took the glass, holding its stem between middle and ring fingers on his right hand, his Clan's signet clinking as the band impacted on the cup. He held it aloft, clinking it with the Prince's own glass in tradition before he drew it back to his face. He held the glass under his nose, breathing in the scent of the liquar, letting it fill his lungs before the glass ever touched his lips. He drank slow, taking only a thin sip to start, enough to get a small pool on his tongue, letting the flavor linger there before swallowing. As the fire passed into his stomach, he nodded slowly towards Gavin.<br/><br/>"To Future, friendship, and fiances," the smile came back to his face, taking another drink, slower, deeper this time. He set his glass down on a nearby surface.<br/><br/>"There is one more thing, your highness. A small token I have brought for your lordship, perhaps you would wish to collect it in the morning."