Incy glanced over his shoulder towards the dancefloor where a variety of patrons were dancing, in various fariy jigs and reels and dances familiar to home, most wild and free. "You are working in the right place for that," he murmured as he turned back in a rustling of dark curls.
He took another sip of the wine, enjoying the taste of it. It wasn't heady enough that one glass would affect him much at all, even with a shot, because Incy was sturdier than he sometimes looked. And had practice with the drink. "It's been a difficult transition for a lot of people. Things are pretty different here. And we're not used to having to blend in." Some took to it better than others.
Finishing the last of his wine, Incy considered, and then nodded his head. "Sure, that would be great."