[Teo grabbing his hand is a little startling, but despite clear discomfort with the situation he doesn't resist his hold or being led to the table. Someone else who was able to sense something was different about Teo... a wizard, then? His eyes linger only briefly on Hythlodaeus' face before drifting to the mask hanging from his neck, then to the tea on the table. The smell is tempting...]
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...Where did you find tea?
[Sorry he's not great with pleasantries.]