He hesitates, still uncertain. It's obviously being offered to him, but that kind of glass... It's not very fancy, but it still looks like crystal. The kind of tableware old someone wealthy could afford. Would it really be alright for him to use it?

The scythe-horned creature gives him a nudge, gently but firmly pushing him forward. So he tentatively reaches out to take it, holding the glass carefully so he doesn't risk damaging it.

"Thank you very much..." At least he remembers his manners, though.