Ray grinned, pleased that she was practical and yet still had a sense of whimsy about her. She pointed him in the direction of the living room and he made his way over to the very comfortable looking couch. Upon sitting, he discovered that it was just as comfortable as it looked, and he tucked his legs under him, nestled in the corner of the couch.
"Red is my favorite," he admitted with a smile as she returned, pulling the cork easily from the bottle. He had opened it at his place and recorked it, unsure if she had a corkscrew or not. He poured a healthy amount into both glasses and settled back in the couch. "I'm hardly nervous, and you're missing out. Biting is fun." Ray smirked and took a sip of his wine.