Andras appreciated her adaptability. Well, she wasn't going to drink it straight from the bottle, which was a good thing. He walked to the shelves that made up his cupboard and took the crystal decanter. It reminded him of something, but he wasn't quite sure what. Perhaps a shop he had once visited, a house he had once called home.

He passed her the decanter and smiled. "You look beautiful," he remarked. "I feel very honoured you made the effort."