Owen rolled his eyes grandly and took the glass with a flourish before turning to retrieve a fresh one for an equally fresh drink. Wine seemed to be about the only thing this man would not be interested in tonight, so he took the chance to make a cocktail. Not fruity or tangy, but a smooth liquor with the accent of sweetness and something hidden behind the aftertaste: honey.

"And here you are," he said, presenting the drink to Gabriel. A regular snifter for a not-entirely-regular drink.