Mikka can't help the startled chirp that slips from him at the question, cheeks staining scarlet. "Me? I... well I don't see why not?"

Surely he was reading too much into it. The handsome Elezen surely wasn't flirting seriously with him.

"As much of a lightweight as I am, it's definitely better I don't have anything stronger this evening." He managed after a moment, as Zaika was plunking down from Gustavain's shoulders to drape over the table like a spoiled cat. Sniffing at the cup sitting in front of Mikka, sneezing at the alcohol in it but otherwise unbothered which soothed his own concerns.

"I'll drink to that." He commented with a warm little grin and a lift of his cup before sipping at the wine in kind.