Narcisse gestures when he speaks- but never spills so much as a drop of wine. "She is my Lady, my Leige, my mentor- she sent me off to Sommeliers in Orlais and Antiva so I could learn to create the best possible collection for her- and perhaps start up our own private vintage."

He taps his glass to Anders' smiling at the wine in his glass. "Rosewater is supposedly too strong to be used in wine, but she listened. And in't it lighter? Bubblier? Isn't it sweeter with that hint of a floral note, like walking in a room after a woman has left and you get a touch of her perfume in the air?"