I finally put a hold on Zach's alcohol intake. The man had clearly gotten intoxicated, and we weren't even halfway through the meeting. His flushed cheeks, unsteady grip on the wine glass, and the dreamy grin plastered across his face were more than enough indicators.
"Whose brilliant idea was it to have wine during this meeting again?" Lord Devil mumbled, pressing two fingers to his temple as a faint flush rose to his own cheeks.
"It was you, Lord Devil," Lord Hawke reminded flatly. "You marched in with that bottle, claiming it was 'the perfect drink to celebrate a minor triumph against the Golden Serpent.'"
Lord Devil blinked, then chuckled, clearly amused with himself. "Well... it is a fine vintage."
"This is indeed quite the drink, Lord Devil!" Zach added enthusiastically, lifting his half-empty glass and grinning with flushed pride. "My compliments to the delinquent who brought it!"
