Nor do you want to sense such a thing. If the time comes, you shall, and you shall understand how all will turn to ash beneath the flames that rage in my soul.

[opening the cabinets, he finds little - except in the back of one, there is a dusty bottle of a brown liquid and two mugs. smelling it, he can discern it's not poison, merely forgotten, and he brings the bounty to where they were sitting.]

There. You have provided something of yours, and I cannot allow you to exceed me in hospitality.