"What?" That makes him stop dead in his tracks. "No. Absolutely not. I cannot accept a drink from a demon, well at all! But certainly not one that-- I mean, you have positively no class for one thing. Low-key threats!" He clicks his tongue. "Honestly! One would think you being retired and everything you would be more learned and creative! But no. Thank you. But no. You should find a decent little establishment down that road and make a right but for God's sake don't make me come and thwart you because I have just about enough on my plate with everything else.

How they expect me to get any work done in these conditions is completely beyond me.... I'll have to have a word with Merlin about this. Not that' he'll listen but if I have to suffer so does he."

This last part was mostly to himself.