"Lucky," Biffy said, speculatively. "The society I come from has honed it down to a fine science. It's all very overwrought."

Noting Bull's hands, Biffy opted to ignore protocol and ignored the snifters in favor of a good, sturdy mug. It was late and there was no need to stand on ceremony. For once.

Pouring two generous fingers, he asked, "Will this suit?"