
The magician felt… well, more than a little uneasy. Not as though he hadn’t had wine before. Maybe not most alcohol, but that, at least, was something he should be expected to have to drink from time to time, though it’d honestly be because of maintaining a disguise more than drinking personally…
But he’d agreed to this, so… he smiled at his detective and picked up the glass, swirling the liquid around just a bit before bringing it to his lips. At the very least, it was a sweeter wine, so… not too bad to taste. And for one glass, not going to be feeling too different. …Though there may be a very small buzz already. …Hopefully that was just his paranoia, or this would not be going well…