[His face flushes possibly the darkest red it has ever taken in Alice's company -- a bit harder to see because of the blue tint, but it is definitely there. That was not the reaction he was expecting.

But her laugh is so beautiful and genuine, that he smiles as well, the stiffness in his tail suddenly relaxing. He only barely resists rounding her up into his arms, hot tea be damned.]

I'm sorry! I'm trying! [But he laughs, too, putting a hand on her knee.] No, I would rather you laugh at me as long as you'd like. It's a sound I treasure. [Oh. Yes. Wine. He could easily talk wine for hours. And... it's been quite a bit, since he's had a chance to talk about home.

Home. Which he hasn't seen in over a year now. Four full seasons.] Toussaint is a lovely duchy tucked amidst a mountain range. They're quite known for their beautiful vineyards! And thus, the wine. Ah, I wish I could show you. I promise, they hold the bluest skies you've ever seen.