"I've been called worse," Luke said with a little grin. Ego had never been one of his problems, really. He glanced down at the cloak, one hand rising to rub it between his fingers appreciatively. "Thanks," he said. "That's... really decent of you. I wasn't exactly prepared. As to wine, I guess I'm more... inexperienced than un-fond."

While he wasn't a refugee in the sense that most people were, here, he certainly was new to town.

"I'm Luke," he said, holding out a hand.