After giving the attendant a sharp-toothed smile and a wave, his attention returns to his (supposed) summoner. An eager look clearly lights in his eyes at one of those suggestions.

"I mean, if you're offering... I wouldn't say no to liquor."

As for the second question, his shoulders hunch up a little uncomfortably while he glances around the cave again. He has been summoned into all sorts of surroundings over the centuries, but the ones that feel a little like tombs or jail cells have always been his least favorite. He might not have been trapped here as these people seem to assume, but it still makes him feel a little claustrophobic.

"Fresh air sounds great. Lead the way."