He's going a bit slower with his second glass, and even at that rate his gaze keeps straying to Bel's throat and wrists, but he seems relatively calm. At least, until Bel makes his own comment, at which point he flushes and laughs, shivering subtly.

"Gnomish constitution? Or maybe I'm just used to wanting things I'm not allowed to have. But you don't have to finish it. I won't think the less of you, promise."

"If you want to head home, we can." He squeezes his hand gently.