"Merlot. I haven't the slightest idea if it's the best or worst sort." If he's being honest, he's not much of a wine connoisseur - never really acquired the taste for it and certainly didn't grow up drinking it like he did beer and shitty liquor. "But don't tell anyone that. Again-- the whole mystique thing."

But he's awfully pleased with himself anyway. A smile, even just the edge of a proper one, out of her is rare enough that he's pretty sure he's done alright.