Not ever for any of them maybe; two months after isn't long at all, no matter what happens since then, and it was a sort of wide-scale destruction and violence that was new for Exsilium - or maybe it'd just seemed new. It still lurks in his dreams, more often than he'll ever admit.

The drink's "vanishing act" actually does earn a smile, if more wryly amused than anything else.

"My mistake." He takes the moment to drink some of his own wine, the roses he favors so much but has seen so little of here till now. "Are you planning on staying here all night?"