"I used to," he admitted, although his decision had just as much to do with the fact that he didn't know anything about wine that wasn't elf-made and didn't much like the idea of drinking something as syrupy and bright as he'd brought her. Of course, back then his primary criteria had been cheap and easy to find, so he wasn't exactly expecting to be impressed. "Back when I didn't have the school's cellars to draw on, quality never seemed quite as important ..." But it wasn't bad, he decided. Bitter was always a good thing. "I'm glad you like it. The man behind the bar was not showing much regard for precise measurement."