Ah, but formalities are all that I have to hold me to the world and universe I hail from. So forgive me, as I give you my title therein: I am called Ser Gawain, son of King Lot and Morgan Le fay. I am a Knight of the Round Table, and am glad to be in your favor. [ The Man states, regardless. A firm hand upon his chest as he galivanted thusly his full title for the other to consume. Whether it held any importance or care toward the other mattered not, but to Gawain as he said. It was of the only things that belonged to him upon this world. ]

Might we exchange more words with a bit of this new water? Perhaps with some tea?