"I know I'm a sod. But if you had twelve spritely little things you had been saving for a rainy day only to have me come and drink them all I assume you would feel the same annoyance I do when I realise my favourite Cabernet has gone."
He took another sip but it was dangerous as he let out another laugh. "HA! You'd soon come out of mourning if you realised I'd left you a big fat wad of something wouldn't you?" he teased, knowing full well that he would expect the same. "I'd leave you my wine. Seeing as you like it so much. Possibly a pound or two."