"I could eat," Louis agreed. "Actually, I could drink. What are you drinking? Pour me a glass whilst we talk about food. It always makes me thirsty. The salivating, you know."
Of course Louis drank wine in spite of his tender age. They were French. He even had a basic understanding of which years were good for which wines, although he could bet that whatever Vic had in her flat was going to be a good wine.