[Maybe he was simply becoming numb to the strangeness of this place that made him simply act. Something that made him simply not care, what was the worst that could happen? Probably a lot of things, his mind was saying to him.]

Brave? Not too sure about that.

[Maybe foolish or silly? He wasn't entirely certain as his eyes glance at her horns again before looking away. Perhaps foolish, he thought to himself.]

As for the drink, I'm afraid I've never had the pleasure to try it.

[And he's drank quite a few things. Wine made out of rice though? That might be interesting; Harold wondered if it could hold up against French red wine, or German beer. Then again he doesn't necessarily drink for pleasure all that often anymore.

At the gesture his eyes scanned over to the nearby set; sitting just shy from the lithe woman's reach. Yes, she is most likely a troublesome one. Still he goes ahead and leans over, reaching to grab a cup with one hand and hold it out for her to fill.]

...Enjoying the city I take it. [Of course she is, he thought to himself, she just said it was beautiful. Though how she was enjoying it was perhaps another matter. And thinking something was beautiful and enjoying it could be two separate things.]

[ooc: no worries~! honestly almost forgot about this x.x but yessss, if i got time later i'll probs drop her in here for giggles. <3]