He chuckled, dodging the swipe by simply sidestepping, the thin veneer that was left of obeisance and self-deprecation sliding away. "I understand that, but there is the whole propriety thing. I still have a task to complete for Malik before I'm technically released from his service, so I had to continue wearing his colours. Now that I've found myself in your home in said state, however, it is only proper that you have laid claim to me," he said with a roll of his eyes and a smirk.
At the mention of a dress, he winced, giving a half-hearted groan. "Yeah, let's not do that again," he said with a shake of his head. "That wasn't very fun the first time around, not to mention how quickly I had to move to avoid getting found out. Would have been bad for both of us likely as not."
He took the glass, raising it to her with a nod of his head. "Everything you do for me is much appreciated, sister. To your health, and to our secret," he said, running a hand through his hair. "And I'm aware. Just not used to having to do that. Spent three years as his vassal, so I had his protection. Anyone messed with me, they'd have him to deal with. Course, now that he's mad as a hatter, might be even better for me. Others might assume or fear some misguided retention of claim to me, and simply avoid me for fear of angering him."
Setting the glass down, he set the satchel next to it, eyeing the thing like it was a snake about to strike. "Geh. Be so glad when I am rid of that thing's contents. I don't like carrying those journals around, not one bit. Always worried the wrong person will find out I have them and try to take them from me. Would leave me with two options, and I'm not quite ready to die just yet, thus leading to questions of where I, a lowly Veth, learned the art of Dueling."