That was - she gives him, then the glass a look. "This is theirs - ? Alright, wine then." She can agree to that. ( Alright, another sip - the flush that is steady in her cheeks as she raises a toast to his point with it. )

"But what then, if I were to marry a Barrayan, will I have nothing but drink and my husband to occupy my time? No singing, weapons or prayer? Everything I've heard says I may as well lay about in bed all day." It's faintly challenging, go on then, prove her wrong.