[With a sudden grin, Cu Chulainn realized the guy in front of him couldn't have possibly been the enemy. Diarmuid made an offer that livened his spirits with immense ease.]

Ahhh, that's the kind of thing a guy likes to hear... [He shook Diarmuid's shoulder just a little bit, not at all realizing he was talking to another Heroic Spirit. The fact that he was in a room with all kinds of other magical folks had him too distracted.]

So, you can call me Lancer, pal. What should I call the kind fella offering me a drink?