[His overlarge eyes widen, as if waiting for the punchline to a joke that never comes.]

How long did it take to earn those? If it was upon meeting... you must have since improved your first impressions significantly.

[He takes the bottle with both hands, holding it up to the bit of sunlight coming through a porthole.]

Aesthetically pleasing, I'd judge, though such matters are subjective at best. Could I ask...

[He's found this a bit distracting for some time.]

...you seem to navigate most matters successfully, and I'd assume that in a combat role it would be even more important. Are you truly sightless, and if so, what senses compensate for it?

[He uncorks the bottle, sniffs. He's no connoisseur but it's definitely alcohol.]