[ Break’s mind registers the fact that Uriel hadn’t told him about this before, but then slides right over it. He keeps whole steamer trunks of secrets himself; he is in no position to judge. So he doesn’t remark upon this, but instead says pleasantly: ]

I think you’d better go down and get a couple of glasses, and then meet me in the drawing room. And then we’ll see if what’s in this bottle is actually drinkable, hm?