Tony thought back to how the conversation had started, and then stared at his own glass as if asking himself the same question that Mary was. "Huh. No, you know, I thought you were asking me if you were disturbing me. Totally just put extra words in your mouth and ignored the ones you were saying. I am, though. It's nice, it's peaceful."
"There's just a lot on my mind. You get used to a certain way of life, you know. You probably get that, actually. Your old life was filled with stuff. Standards of living, social requirements, scheduling. What's that you're drinking there? Maybe I'll try a glass." He wasn't generally a fan of the white wines, but if Mary was enjoying it then it was probably exceptional. Mary was a woman who had extremely good taste.