[It seems like there is indeed a boon to being mortal after all!

Estinien's words snap him from his gawking state, and he shakes his head with a dismissing wave of his hand.]

...My apologies, I know not where my mind had gone, but rest assured I am quite capable of upholding my promise. Come, take a seat.

[He gestures to one of the dining chairs at the little table.]

Pray do so in the middle of the room here, much less of a task to clean up afterwards.