She took his arm, smiling, and led him back to the hall, up a very short flight of stairs, to a small library. That included a few more bottles of wine, but more importantly a couch and glasses. "Please, sit, I'll pour," she released his arm and seemed to merely give the cork a look that suggested it move.
It moved. She poured the wine, and pulled out a large atlas. "You want to know where you are, yes?"