Jherek eyed Wolfe nervously, concerned that the house-elf might have brought the wrong thing, and that Wolfe would be angry at him. Jherek didn't much like people being angry at him- he had no idea how to respond, being basically incapable of anger himself. He'd eventually figure out what it was, but, he wasn't that far along in his education regarding love and all its various side-effects yet.

So he was extremely relieved when Wolfe appeared to approve of the beverage, and looked up, managing a smile. "The house-elves will bring you this beverage whenever you'd like it. All you have to do is ask them nicely, and they are helpful with just about everything." He didn't know that asking nicely wasn't at all required- he'd just never thought to ask any other way. In keeping with his awkward communication skills with 'Dawn Age' humans, Jherek had to go and add- with the best of intentions- "But I am not sure about absolutely everything. I've not asked them to make love." The way he delivered this statement was at least purely informative, as if it was merely basic information that anyone might like to know. Jherek privately supposed he should ask them, however, as, he'd never made love to anything so small and wrinkly before.