Weiland poured the glasses and handed one to Antigone. He loved the way she licked her lips like that--sensually, almost predatory, as if something was about to happen that she was about to enjoy every moment of.
"To fun," he said as he raised his glass. "To joy... To making sparks fly an making wine flow..." He grinned. "To you." He bowed his head reverently. "And of course, to the glory of our Dark Lord."