[Fortescue smiles back, setting down one of the bottles.]

I wouldn't even know where to start, love, unless it's all in bottles marked with a cross. [Maybe it is.] Bringing some strikes me as terribly rude, however, considering recent events.

[She's capable of being sadistic, but only toward Nazis and Inveterates. Who, in her mind, have earned such impulses. Unless Meg attacks her, the demon's safe. Fortescue's tired of fighting... and hurting others. Or worse.]

It's just wine, if I'm reading labels correctly.