"Sure you aren't." But sobriety certainly wasn't his strong point right now. Then again, she couldn't blame him. She'd done a lot of drinking to deal with dream things and non-dream things. It was just the way of things.
She watched idly as he got up and walked across the room to get to the bottle of wine. She decided not to point out that he needn't have done that because she could have summoned it. Instead she made herself more comfortable and waited to see if she was going to need to use a spell to keep him from falling on the ground. Or at least to save the wine.
"Fuck everyone in your kingdom, then." She paused for a moment before reconsidering. "Sorry about your dad...and that everyone's being twats about it." She quickly drank the rest of her wine before letting him refill the glass. "Do you know who killed him?"