"She must be to have charmed so many men into marriage," Blaise replied, his expression amused. He reached for the bottle, turning it so Draco could see it better. "If you think it's a 1985 Domaine De La Romanee-conti Echezeaux, then you are correct. I'm sure it's been a while since you've had even a decent wine, much less an impeccable one, so I made certain to select one."
He poured them each a glass, leaning back to watch Draco further. He swirled the wine in his own glass, letting it breathe, before lifting it to his lips. He let a small sip past his lips, running across his tongue to be savored before he swallowed it. The process was slow and almost sensual, especially when he licked traces of it from his lips; it was clear Blaise was enjoying himself. His eyes opened to snake-like slivers as he gazed at Draco. "Try it. Tell me what you think. It's a marvelous year."