[ Well, yes, Dark Schneider indeed has his hands on a larger serving of wine now. His eyes find the bottle again as if it will suddenly become more exciting or interesting, only to find that it doesn't. It's still just as boring as when he'd peeked down the neck.

But to top it all off, Silco's being all sassy about it. This haughty little man. What's the point? ]

You're not exactly the life of a party, you know. Way to kill the mood.

[ Dark can't even come up with a quip. Silco isn't insulting or loud enough for him to think he should make an argument out of it, so he instead settles awkwardly and behaves like the docile 14-year-old his soul is bound to. ]

Bottoms up, I guess.

[ He'll drink straight from the bottle with a glug. ]

You should probably go back to your room soon. You look tired.

[ Dark wipes his mouth with the back of his arm. ]