“I told you I tried my mother’s wine, but I never did. She doesn’t drink wine. She doesn’t drink alcohol at all—she doesn’t approve of it—so I’ve never had a sip in all my life before this.” I clasp my hands together in delight. “It’s wonderful, though, isn’t it? Why didn’t anyone tell me it’s so wonderful? Have you ever been drunk?” He glares at the ceiling with a pained expression, as if questioning how, exactly, an ancient and all-powerful vampire could land himself in such a situation. “Yes.” I gaze at him intently. “And?” “And what?”
