Babylon realized his misstep a moment too late - by declining to take a gift, he'd snubbed her. Now she'd chosen for him, and he'd better say yes or risk upsetting her further. "If you insist," he said, taking the cup from her outstretched hand. It was finely made indeed, and he'd given gifts from his wonder to others -why shouldn't he accept a gift from someone else's? "It's beautiful. A worthy gift for the lady of Avalon."
He winked -
lady of Avalon conjured up a much different mental image than what he knew Avalon to actually be like. For example, instead of waiting in lakes to pass out swords, she ran around in the woods with sticks in her hair and tanned hides all day long.
"Thank you for showing me around," he said, taking her hand. "I'll return the favor soon."
