[ Hei blushed under the gentle touch although more so for her smile then the openly affectionate gesture. She did have a way of putting him off his guard. ]
Of course. I'll get out the wine.
[ he clears his throat as he stared at her passage, the door flapping behind her. After another moment, another slow exhale, Hei shifts into motion, cleanly undoing his apron and tugging off his shirt in a trice and walking briskly towards the pantry, pressing his hand against the wall and giving it a small kick of electrical charge. In seconds, he's dressed again, rolling up his sleeves and eying a few bottles of wine on the counter.
When she returns, he'll (hopefully) be just popping out that cork and pouring the wine, a nice smooth red. It's just a small bottle; he was never much on drinking himself despite his work. ]