[When she answers the door he bows, and manages not to drop anything. He gives her a smirk as he straightens up, though seeing the blanket and the way she holds herself gives him a moment's pause, and tempers that smirk into something gentler.]
Well, if madam insists...
[He strolls in without waiting for her to actually insist, and sets the platter down on the nearest appropriate surface. He wasn't carrying a bottle earlier, and he doesn't even have enough hands to have been carrying wine glasses as well, but somehow he sets all of them down anyway.]
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Well, if madam insists...
[He strolls in without waiting for her to actually insist, and sets the platter down on the nearest appropriate surface. He wasn't carrying a bottle earlier, and he doesn't even have enough hands to have been carrying wine glasses as well, but somehow he sets all of them down anyway.]
Hope you're not vegetarian.