[ Break? Enjoyment? Wine? At the offer (though is it truly one at all? its phrasing lends only to a happy exclamation!), Sion cannot help but shake his head with a too-airy laugh, equal parts startled and delighted. Startled, because the notion of breaking for rest hadn't at all occurred to him (much less the idea of breaking for leisure!), and delighted if only because it is heartening, to know that such exuberance exists among his comrades. And though he gives pause, weighing the decision between continuing on with training or indulging upon a whim...

Ultimately, he smiles, seeing no harm in making a new acquaintance—how silly would it be, after all, to not come to know the very people one is to fight beside? ]

I will caution that I am ill-experienced with the tasting of wine— [ Voice lilting with both a tease and a measure of honesty, Sion seats himself beside the other man, legs long and elegantly crossed at the ankles. ] —but if you would still have me as your companion, then it would be my pleasure to try my hand at such a dalliance with you.