[He couldn't help but be a little amused. This person sure was prickly.

Still, he keeps his amusement to himself.]

Then, I guess it will be a surprise then.

[At least he orders based on price. As in he picks the tea that's the least expensive.

Then he takes the hand that's held out. His own fingers are calloused from holding a bow and sword, but his grip is gentle. He turns Alec's hand so the palm is facing up, then gently laid it on the table so he could press three fingers to his wrist.

The pressure is firm but not painful and it alternates between the fingers, pressing harder with one before switching to another.

His expression doesn't change much besides a slight crease in his brow.]

It seems there's a problem with your heart that doesn't appear to be recent. Your body also appears to be weak. [He pulled his hand back frowning now.] Can I assume that you know already that your condition isn't good?

[He feels like you must, surely? That sort of weakness in the body, it reminded him a little of someone else he knew who had run himself ragged for years.]