Eward expression did not change, and he shrugged, glugging some more wine from the glass before reaching for the bottle. "You always choose the expensive ones, it was natural I told them to refrain from giving you the best! You can have it occasionally but not all the time. That stock was started by Father dear in his early twenties, and I am already missing twelve bottles."
After soothing his throat with yet more alcohol Eward grinned at him. "Bless you. Would you be terribly sad if I were to die so soon? You can tell me, you know - not a word will escape my lips of your devastation such a good looking friend with lots of money had passed, smelling of brothel and probably in full flow with his lady friend..."