"And I understand - I do - the temptation to make some poor soul drink himself into ridiculousness." He set the bottle between them, to let her choose for herself if she liked. "But I'm afraid it will have to wait. It's one of those things, like Muggle music, that I gave up out of necessity a while ago." 'A while' was something of an understatement. But she was easing him back into both, apparently, which was a curious thought. He liked the effect it had on her, although she almost always seemed light and approachable. "One step at a time, yes? But there's no need to let it go to waste."