Dean gave her an impish smile. "I have it on good authority that it's after the dinner hour somewhere in the world," he replied. "I won't let you fall into the habit of it but a drink wouldn't really go awry at the moment, I think."
He headed back downstairs and as she'd asked, brought up the bottle and two glasses. He didn't intend to have much himself - he still had to be able to Apparate back home in time for their late lunch.
"Has anyone else come by yet? I don't expect I'll be your only visitor." He poured each of them a glass, and slid hers toward her.