Colors held his hand over his chest. "Why, you offend me. My honor is, well..." He began, but was not able to keep a straight face for long. "...well, perhaps honor isn't the right word. Then I promise on the immense debt of gratitude that I owe, and will always owe, you and your pack." 

When Sabine pointed to the pastry, Colors a simple shrug. "Perhaps, though I am not particularly in the mood for it. You may have it, or you may not. Perhaps it will just be a decoration for our table?"

Though Sabine had asked about the pastry, Colors was quick to move on to a new topic, after starting on his new drink in earnest. "Since we are without means to partake in any misbehavior right now ourselves, perhaps we should settle for simple stories of debauchery instead? I am sure you must have some tales from your live worth sharing. I would be eager to hear."