Jacob laughs too, not only glad that he's not been told he looks lonely, but because this stranger seems to be good-humoured. He looks rough, like Charles did when they first met, worn and toughened by a hard life without much comfort, and even his appearance is reminiscent of that. But he doesn't make assumptions.

"No man is an island." Jacob says after a moment, and picks up a bottle from the table of human foods and beverages. It's something alcoholic, although Jacob wouldn't want to hazard a guess on what sort. He offers it out even so, "Have a drink. Better than dancing."

Anything is better than dancing, especially as the band strike up a waltz. God save them from formal dancing.