[He does not comment on the wine. He's not drinking it, anyway, and even if he was, it's not his make to feel compelled about defending. He's merely chowing down on some food, his gaze hidden away by his shades focused on a spot in the mid-distance.
His eyebrows knot under the mass of black hair as he hears this whiny person complain about something so simple as food and drink.]
What is it? [Does his voice sound dry? Oh, oops, he didn't mean that.]
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His eyebrows knot under the mass of black hair as he hears this whiny person complain about something so simple as food and drink.]
What is it? [Does his voice sound dry? Oh, oops, he didn't mean that.]