Damon bit his tongue. The joke was just a little too obvious, even for him, and he had almost no boundaries, whatsoever.
"No champagne. I'm hoping I won't have to get her drunk, to help her come to terms with the idea of being your slave," he said flippantly, going for the more subtle dig.
"I've sent a letter up with her supper, asking her to be ready to join us. I prefer to use my room, if you don't mind. It's slightly more comfortable."