"First of all," he says, leveling the bottle and setting it aside on the counter. "That's foul and I hope you're aware of what a lewd bastard you are. Secondly--" Charlie shrugs, pulling a slight face. "I haven't got a month to lay about here, but maybe an abridged version. Cheers, darling."

He clinks the edge of the mug against her canister and takes a swig of the wine. It's not great, but not bad and after so long dealing with the quality of wine and booze in Exsilium that's like saying 'and then the heavens opened up and a chorus of angels gently sang about it.'