He understood that gesture for what it was and took the cup back with a warm smile. After a decent drink, he offered it back. "Since we're here, it can't be helped."

It was the adrenalin before battle, that heightened awareness already of the nearness of death. It made him want to joke and tease even more than normal. Because really, who wanted to go to death crying? Not that he intended to die; the opposite in fact. But he'd been in many battles, and this part never really changed.

He leered at her rather comically. "When we return home you can see about switching me over to being a love machine. I think I might have a lever you can try out."