"Of course. Obviously, your professional obligations must come first. Merely something to keep in mind for the future."
Tewdric nodded to the House Elf after Theodore indicated his assent to the Riesling, and the Elf promptly vanished. He ignored this, turning instead to sample the soup as his son had. "Mm. Yes, indeed."
Further small talk was interrupted by the reappearance of the Elf, with the now opened bottle of wine. The Elf deftly filled their glasses, Tewdric's first, then disappeared again, this time leaving the bottle at the table. At a moral formal dinner, naturally, the Elf would have remained to wait on them until the main course was prepared. Taking up his glass, Tewdric raised it in a toast,
"To the Dark Lord, and the continued prosperity of the House of Nott."