Is he...drunk? Kirigan has no frame of proper reference, but his eyes dip to the bottle, snapping back when Tim talks. Far be it for him to judge if that's the case, he thinks, considering the other is explaining things in a way that actually makes sense. He nods.

"Thank you." It's sincere as well, and the Darkling finds himself relaxing somewhat--he's not putting on airs, he never has, but his shoulders are slack and he even leans into the back of the chair. Progress. Asking about what the other learned, if the morality tale is what truly happened--that seems a bit too personal for people who just met. He tucks it away in his mind, something to ask for later.

"And the tall, dark man?" He's suddenly very well aware of his height.