[He almost corrects Reynir -- it's not that directly looking at her would be too much, but that she is literally too large to behold -- but he has a far more pressing problem to deal with. He looks down at his mug, then back to his companion, connecting the dots to exactly what Reynir is suggesting.]
Oh. Oh, ah. Right, my drink. You needn't er, leave the room or anything, but it would be... polite to turn away.
[Yes, polite. That'll work. Makes it sound as though there's a cultural reason for him hiding his face rather than a cowardly one.]
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Oh. Oh, ah. Right, my drink. You needn't er, leave the room or anything, but it would be... polite to turn away.
[Yes, polite. That'll work. Makes it sound as though there's a cultural reason for him hiding his face rather than a cowardly one.]