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Drakien kept one eye on the scenery and the other on the figure walking just in front of him, a little smirk pulling at his lips as he couldn't help but watch the other man's swaying hips. He was still quite oblivious to Sebastian's plans to attempt seduction, but if he were honest with himself the Italian wasn't a bad looking wolf. He rather liked redheads, actually, even if he tended to prefer them a bit curvier. Still, it was nice to look; and if things happened, he didn't think he'd regret them.
If he remembered them at all. They were going to be drinking, and though Drakien could hold his liquor, the morning after usually left him a bit fuzzy-headed.
They reached the house in short time, and Drakien looked about appreciatively, raising a brow at the cleverly hidden door to the cellar. He would have to remember to look for those trap doors when he went scavenging from now on; though he'd just been shown what most of those rooms were most likely used for, he didn't want to take any of the wine in this cellar, as that would be robbing his new-found companion. And Sebastian had done nothing to deserve that; Drakien had enough morals to be picky about who he stole from. For now, at least.
As they went down into the cellar and Sebastian went about lighting candles, apologizing somewhat cheerfully, Drakien took in how comfortable the room had been made. "It is no trouble," He said, and took the offered seat, plopping down on the couch cushion and folding his legs beneath him with a little grin. "I work best in darkness, anyway."
As the glass was offered to him, filled rather generously, he took a careful sniff of its contents, trying to identify exactly how much alcohol was in the wine. It didn't smell as strongly as his Moonshine, so he took a cautious sip, and then hummed delightedly at the taste and drained half the glass. "Very much so," He said, leaning forward as he couldn't lean back and resting an elbow on his knee. The alcohol was kicking in already, though much more slowly, giving him a sort of warmth in his belly as he swirled the rest of the wine idly. "It is good wine."
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