"Ah, and there's your trademark modesty in action." JP scoffed dryly. "I'll warn you in advance if I ever feel compelled to burst into flames in your presence."
Ah, the smiling. It was contagious enough that JP grinned a little in return, shaking his head. Damn charismatic rich people. "I was implying that we'd get inebriated. Besides, it's probably wenchwater compared to what you're accustomed to, at any rate. I'd hate to waste it on you knowing you wouldn't appreciate it. No drinking it out of golden chalices or off the necks of beautiful women..." he went on lazily, maneuvering his own glass so the liquid swirled slightly, then looked playfully thoughtful at Warren again. "Ridiculously rich people do that, don't they?"
He found himself staring at the wings for a second, which wasn't uncommon for him to do, but returning his gaze to Warren's face. "Mine was...." he looked thoughtful, as if he was deciding what word would be best, considering the setting and the company around them. "....satisfying. I also talked to my mother for all of three minutes, which was awkward, per usual."