"They always seemed to strong," Makaria agreed, a little surprised when he tossed his glass aside. Should she do that? Wouldn't there be broken glass around? What if someone cut their feet?
Instead she drained the last of her wine - slightly too much for a comfortable mouthful - and then put the empty glass on the sideboard nearby.
Her tongue tasted kind of spicy from the wine, and it was nice.
Ares touching her arm was also nice and her breathing changed a little. "We ran out of wine," she told him, because maybe that was important.