Reaction.
He thinks of his brother and Fiach's teeth grit down so hard his jaw aches. It's manipulation and betrayal, and he's not certain which is worse. The wine he had been searching for feels like a bad idea now, so he turns up his nose and throws on his coat.
He doesn't tell his host where he's going.
The night calls, and he wants to purge the memory, candied words laced in poison.