Once inside, Davis took off his coat, hanging it on the hook by the door. The house was warm, and- well, he was pleasantly warmed by the sight of Pansy there.
"Wine would be brill, ta, love," he replied, taking his seat on the sofa. He didn't typically drink wine, no- but that was more due to the fact that the gigs he played didn't tend to offer such a high-class selection.