[Even through the magic of the jewelry which translates every word into his native tongue, Gaius' accent strikes him as unfamiliar and reminds him of how far away must lie Olivia's home from his own dear native land. The gesture too is strange to him: when Gaius offers his hand, Achilles knows not what to do but clasp it in his own strong hands and squeeze firmly for a moment before he withdraws. When seated his presence is no less prominent, seeming to overshadow Olivia in her bearing so soft and meek.]

It has been my pleasure to tend after Olivia all this while, for she has given me naught but comfort and delight when by my side she stays. So too is it my pleasure to meet a man who cares for her as if she were his sister, her honor no less worthy of protection than if she were kin. Thus let us share in drink while we acquaint ourselves one with the other.

[Speaking thus, he raises his cup which brims with the cactus wine, and this he brings to his lips. The wine is more sharp than sweet, but a hint of succulence hides within, enough to suit one such as him, as he knows sweetness little beyond fruits and honey.]