For a moment, Regulus fairly stared at Caprica as if trying to decide if it was the wine that was making her this way, or if what she said she wanted really was sending her round the bend. He felt a certain sadness about it, especially the lapdog remark and he bit back a cringe.
"Why would you want to be?" he asked, moving back to her and gently trying to coax the bottle out of her hand. "You think we have some charmed existence, Caprica? You'd have to lick my mother boot to make her happy, or she'll disown you so fast your head will spin."