When the glass fell to the floor and shattered, Constanze let out a little sound of surprise. She just stared at Wolfgang in disbelief as he ignored the shattered glass and retrieved a new one. She grabbed the wine bottle from him, "Enough," she said much like a mother to her child who was misbehaving. She frowned at his answer. "Scrambled? Why is your brain scrambled?" She would have looked for his broom, but she was getting somewhere. The glass could wait a moment longer.