There's another flash of annoyance when the drink goes.

How noble of you, is right there, mockingly - right on the tip of his tongue even though he told himself he wasn't going to give Istredd a good natured ribbing, let alone antagonize the being that had his hands around his throat recently. He's not cruel by nature, or an idiot. Usually.

But rather than good nature or good sense stopping him, it's the offered hand and gesture. First, he looks stunned. Then confused. Then he almost laughs, but some self-preservation kicks in at that moment and he grudgingly takes his hand.

"You've really become everyone's white knight."

Okay. So he couldn't stop himself entirely.