Merrion jumped and spilled his glass of wine over the table. Well, this was already going well. Luckily, her suggestion for a bottle was well-timed, and he offered a wary grin to her as he said, "Y-yes. More wine."
He raised his hand to the last waitress serving the tavern to make the order, and the waitress gave him a sly smile in response as she nodded to fetch him the bottle. Merrion's face felt extraordinarily hot; nobody needed to tell him that his cheeks were as red as his jacket and the wine that was now seeping through the wood of the table. He couldn't even bring himself to meet Ari's eyes, choosing instead to study the wood grains. This was just so... it was unconventional, wasn't it? Was she laughing at him in her head? He wouldn't blame her at all if she was!