[What is this "not the wine type" of which you speak. He's from the Victorian era, give him a break. He was being considerate in not loading the table with ten different forks and knives.
Unneccessary sentence about Sebastian's perfect table manners goes here. He looks up at her at the praise. Sparkles gently.]
Indeed? Thank you very much. It isn't even a three-course meal, but for what it is I am glad it meets your approval.