Ah... I'm sure that's an accommodation that can be made. In fact, it's my duty as your host to see to it. Shall I fetch a glass for you?

[Hob pauses a moment to blot away some of the wetness under his eyes with the corner of his sleeve. There's no shame in the gesture whatsoever, it's just, you know, if he's going to be getting up to find Cortana suitable water he needs to be able to see.]