[ He drinks. Not deeply—out of force of habit, perhaps!—but notably, thoroughly unwilling to dilute his toast. What's more, he is pleased to find that the wine is vibrant, full-bodied, and finishes well, begging the question: ]
Dare I ask where you procured the bottle? It's lovely. [ Tasty, indeed, and with Jiroutachi's carefree to-and-fro, Sion finds himself comfortable enough to voice his own appreciation of the drink with a soft hum, his shoulders sloping gently as he glances up, considering his companion. ] You've my thanks.
[ For more than just the drink, but that needn't be voiced. ]
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Dare I ask where you procured the bottle? It's lovely. [ Tasty, indeed, and with Jiroutachi's carefree to-and-fro, Sion finds himself comfortable enough to voice his own appreciation of the drink with a soft hum, his shoulders sloping gently as he glances up, considering his companion. ] You've my thanks.
[ For more than just the drink, but that needn't be voiced. ]