Remus's smile flashes wider for a moment before he shifts into the seat itself. "Thank you," he comments, quietly. "I understand that the feast can be a bit much, if you're not used to such an affair. It's really not that bad, though." It's an easy enough lie to make. The man looks fairly new, after all. There's no need to get into the whole nitty gritty of the war so soon after the poor fellow has arrived.

He raises the glass at him. "They certainly have excellent taste in alcohols, for one."