[ He takes the cup carefully, sipping at it slowly so as to not burn his tongue. The staring doesn't seem to bother him much; he does it so often himself that it's hardly anything unnerving when someone does it right back at him. Though it does help to have van Zieks around to do all of the talking, given that he's off-putting enough to shut most people up.
At that question, the Disciple looks up from his cup and nods slowly. Of course they've met. He was staring then, too, even in court. He gives him a quizzical look for a moment and then huffs, eyeing his cup again. After a moment, he lifts it up and shifts it in his hand to hold it much like van Zieks would his wine glass, and then looks over at him pointedly. ]
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At that question, the Disciple looks up from his cup and nods slowly. Of course they've met. He was staring then, too, even in court. He gives him a quizzical look for a moment and then huffs, eyeing his cup again. After a moment, he lifts it up and shifts it in his hand to hold it much like van Zieks would his wine glass, and then looks over at him pointedly. ]