Alvi cocks his head to the side so that one intelligent corvid eye can examine Dain scrupulously. He makes no move to interact with the extended hand, which is probably for the best.

"He will warm up to you," Tuo says from where he stands by the stove, looking between the pair of them fondly. "Alvi is far warier of strangers than I am."

At length the kettle begins to whistle, and Tuo lifts it from the heat and dispenses hot water into two mugs. These, along with the milk, he transports to the low table beside the chairs, and sets things out neatly for Dain to make use of, or not, as he sees fit. Tuo himself is about to sit before he notices the coat and scarf that Dain still wears. "Oh," he starts, "let me hang those up--" Surely this won't be something Dain will object to.