"Well I-" Harold chewed his lip when she asked, trying to pick his best excuse. Of course, his trail of thought wasn't helped by her diving for the champagne bottle in his jacket. "H-hey-" He yelped, but then the cork was off and her lips around the neck. He sighed and shrugged, "Nevermind, I was starting to think about selling that tomorrow. I'll have to get another bottle later." He reached out and pulled it from her hand, putting it to his own lips to mimic her motions, drinking a couple of mouthfuls.