He creates a similar drink for himself and takes a sip. Yummy, indeed. And not poisoned at all, really! "Nothing up my sleeve but an ample imagination," he promises. "But that's nothing to sneeze at." And well, he's got more than imagination to work with, but that'd be giving the game away wouldn't it?

He turns away from the crowd and leans casually, even smugly, against the banister. In the absence of the wider range of facial expression, he's exaggerating his body language for effect. "Consider the full gamut available."