Connor smirked, running a thumb over his lower lip as he looked at her. "No, I suppose you're not, are you?"
He didn't know many people who drank straight vodka particularly before eating- and outside of Russia. He poured her a glass of red wine and one for himself.
"Thank you," he told her, handing the glass over. "It's small, but I like it." When she asked about the decor he laughed. "A wizard never reveals his secrets."