"I don't --" He huffs out an annoyed sigh, running his hands through his hair. Claudius is right, in some ways, he doesn't know how to act, but he doesn't want to think about it. Maybe wine is truly the best choice, maybe he should actually hide up in his room and avoid everyone if this is what meeting new people is going to bring him. "I don't know," he says again, and it's less lost than last time, more annoyed with himself and his current situation. "I have never had much of a head for wine, or the patience for contemplation."