"I'm sure I can convince them to," Tycho said, sparing the mans ankles a glance. They were very shapely ankles from what he could see of them. It would be a shame for their beauty to be marred by gnome bites. There was a curious sort of feeling twisting within him as he watched Ford under the manufactured night sky. Yes, he rather enjoyed this mans company, he thought. First live one in a long while that he had been around that didn't seem put off by him. Oddly, Tycho seemed to get along with spirits best. He shook the thoughts off with a grin as he turned over two wine glasses. "Are you a wine man? I have champagne if you would prefer it."