Fabian swallowed the wine in his glass far too fast, convulsing into a coughing fit. Marriage? His uncle was thinking of him and marriage? But his heart would never stand falling in love and the things one did when married if it couldn't with-stand a walk around the garden.
He covered his mouth with a napkin, coughing into that until he had quite calmed himself. "Sorry, I don't think I should have any more wine. It doesn't seem to agree with me." He said.