He finally moves his hand away from his swordhilt as he takes her offer and places it where she shows. There's no thanks, though his expression softens out of his glare.

"Because I don't want wine, I want vino. This is the sweetest wine I found, though it's nothing like how vino ought to be. It's meant to be stronger and sweeter, richer on the tongue."

Frankly, he's glad she's got a place he can reserve his bottle. Drinking it without anyone around would mean the only thing he'd focus on would be on how far it falls short of what he's used to back home.

"How did you know I was fetching the glasses for vampire?"