Though Orihs seldom held the company of others, he found this woman was quite interesting. She had brought a bottle of wine without having carried along with her glasses or a corkscrew, and Orihs could only discern from this that she had perhaps been here before and knew that she could acquire such things within these walls. He had seen that smirk of hers all too well, and when she spoke it sounded a little like mockery. But though he thought such things he wouldn't show it, and kept that subtle grin upon his lips. "It's not often that I find myself drinking wine, but I shall partake of a glass with you." He said, his voice holding a low and husky tone to it, and he looked to her then as she sauntered off. Yet Orihs still was not quite sure what this place was; if it was a house surely one would have not moved about so freely in it. Or was it that this was her house? Or a Tavern? Or an open house? He seemed to think about these things as she had left, but once she had returned would cast the notion from his fickle mind. And it was only when she slid an empty glass towards him that he'd move once more, reaching out to take it within his right hand, and lifted it up just over his head to inspect the glass. Certainly it was highly unusual for one to do such a thing, but Orihs was making sure that the glass was clean; for who knew what type of people lived within this place. Either way, once he had inspected it and found it satisfactory he would place the glass back down upon the table top and took the bottle of wine, and poured himself a hearty serving, filling the glass about 3/4's full. He was then to taste the wine, but paused as she spoke out, and added little word to her comment. "Ribolla Gialla uh? .... Never heard of it." And with that lifted the glass to his lips, though he did not sip of it just yet, but rather inhaled it's scent, taking a deep breath as his nose drifted little over the fine wine. But for all it's worth as much of a wine taster he may have looked to be, when he did indeed bring the glass to his lips to sip of the wine, it was not sips he took, but rather hasty gulps. And in a matter of few seconds had tilted the glass back fully and had drained the contents of it completely; though in his haste a thin stream of the clear wine had seeped down the side of his maw, and once he had set the glass upon the table top, he'd lift his left arm and wiped at it with the sleeve of his forearm. It seemed almost barbaric, for a man of such peculiar garb to do such a thing, and indeed it was barbaric, but Orihs made it look as though it was the norm, and when the woman spoke once more he showed no signs of awkwardness. It was only when she spoke her name though, that he realised he himself had not introduced himself, and had partaken of her wine. And in hopes of clearing any ill thoughts of him, would give her his name as well. "Orihs.." He'd say, and paused briefly before speaking further. "I'd had thought I was the odd one, but if you think I find you as odd.." He chuckled softly at the words he was then to say.. "Then you'd be correct." His tone seemed to be a playful one then, and he'd gaze up into her eyes with those bright amethyst irises of his. A gaze that was so unnerving she'd perhaps wish to look away.