"I know you not," Teja says. "I know no tavern-keepers, no wenches, nor catamites. I would not go to such places while alive; I cannot fathom why my afterlife should banish me to such a place of lewdness, where all will blankly address me by my name, as if they were my friends."

Pause.

"But I would not impugn your honour in supposing you might be one of them; honest hard-working men may serve drinks to guests!"

He takes the watered wine, and drinks.