Worried? He might take it as an exaggeration, but the rate Jim’s imbibing that wine certainly backs up his word. He might actually get away with saying what he wants to say… after he takes a minute to think about how to word it, not to discomfort Jim. Not to have Jim make fun of him.

Felix waits until Jim’s mouth is full.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “For sharing it with me. For inviting me here.” He smiles slightly. “And thank the gods we have apples in Tamriel to lure you back. I wouldn’t dare feed you any of my family’s recipes.”