He nodded to what Harry said, but then Kyoko explained, and.... he simply stared at her for a second, and then managed, somehow, to chug the entirety of what he'd had left in his glass in about no time at all, and went right back to refilling it as he eyed her. It wasn't as though he'd be feeling the effects of it, but he could darn well signal that he wanted to, at this point in the discussion.

"And I am informing you that that's an inappropriate way to translate it, for our kind," he said. "Where even are those ideas from? Somewhere other than Europe, I'm guessing? Because my kind is from Europe; we've been largely pushed out by humans' ingress, as of somewhere around... what was it, about fifty thousand years ago, something like that?" He gestured vaguely about it, looked back at Mallia as though she'd confirm that for him, and then returned his attention to the two humans there. "And our word for our kind hasn't changed since those days."