Nevertheless, this isn't something that I should be so... unable to hold.

[Olivine peers at the wine for a moment, taking a moment to follow suit in sniffing it. It smells... intriguing. Sweet and nutty, almost sharp with a hint of mint.]

It... really is a lot, isn't it? I have a decent appetite, but this might be pushing it.

[pouring a glass, Olivine offers the drink back in turn. God, it's hard to think others had to go through things like he did... his expression is as understanding as it is pained. Almost as if to cover himself, Olivine takes a drink of the nutty wine, slowing his response in the space of tasting it.

Nutty, cold. A little sweet on the tongue.]

... it seems to be how they view it. A simple dalliance, if it's inconvenient. Worthy of utmost praise, otherwise.

[His eyes turn their gaze, staring off into the distance emptily as the drink works its way through him. Before he can think through it, the words slip from his lips.].

No matter how small the misstep, it's always the end of the world, isn't it? W disgrace, but only when there is something to pick against.