“As my lady wishes.”

He gives her a playful wink as he dips into a gentlemanly bow. Before he leaves, though, he drapes one of the nearby throws over her lap, since it does get a little chilly down here. But then he turns away to peruse the wall that holds… probably far too many wine bottles, actually. There’s even a few small oak barrels stacked in the corner with even more.

Finally selecting one, he turns to bring it - and a pair of glasses - back to where she’s seated, only to find her letting her hair down - literally. He watches for a moment, caught unexpectedly by surprise by the simple gesture.

He’s not sure he’s actually ever seen Claire with her hair down before. He tries to remember but comes up with nothing. As long as he can remember, she’s kept it tucked up in a neat little bun, so the difference now is… not startling, but certainly enough to catch his attention.

It’s only the briefest of pauses before he’s moving again, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. He takes a seat beside her on the settee with a warm smile and goes about pouring them both a glass of wine.

“Here we go. Let’s see if this one is yo your taste.”