[ Matt accepts the champagne gratefully. This works great for him: He's more cognizant of wanting a break than of being thirsty. He takes a delicate sip as he considers Sebastian's answer. ]

Well ... I don't know how much of a favor it is to offer you something you can't feel, [ he notes wryly. ] Except I guess-- [ And his free hand lifts, fingers sketching a circle in the air to indicate the two of them. ]

But you have it. [ Another sip, as Matt's gaze drops from Sebastian to the bubbles fizzing in the flute. ] I don't really talk about it much, so I'm sure I'm not making a ton of sense. It's not anything I was raised with, like as a religious tradition or anything, it's just ... what feels right to me.