Olaf can't help his amusement at the brusque nature the man has when he orders the drinks, giving a cheerful look in reply. "Yes," he agrees, but he's trying to generally appeal to the man's seeming nature to want drinks. He's getting full waves of something from the other man, something that he can't put his finger on, but he's not normal. Nor does he think him to be a god, though. "Except, maybe you might have to tell me how to make a Bellini. I don't think I've even seen one in my life before."