She sounded like a nymph, but he couldn't be sure. She was so springy. "Ahh, well then..." he wiped down the counter and set a wine glass on the table. "Only the finest will do," and he pulled out a bottle of his father's newest wine. He had been dabbling on a new one himself, but it wasn't going to be any good for some time now, it still needed to set.
He popped the cork and let the fresh aroma fill his nose. It was just as intoxicating in smell as it was going down the throat. He filled her glass and set it forward.