He raises his eyebrows a little at the unspoken offer, but he sits down after only a brief pause, letting the wine swirl in his glass before going for another sip.

"It's certainly much better than the selection we have in Exsilium."

Which he hasn't had much luck with. He's not much of a drinker, and it wasn't hard to forgo the odd nightly glass - for sleep, he'd maybe claim, not that it really helped much in more recent nights anyway - but going without was still something to get used to. It seems like there's always been some distraction or other to keep him from looking more closely, anyway.

It's something of a non sequitur, but it feels wrong not to add, "You look beautiful tonight."