Daniel has invested a lot of time and effort into convincing himself that he isn't to feel guilty or responsible for what happened. Recently, he's also been telling himself that Philip doubts the crimes happened at all. Further, he's wrapped in the comforting blanket of being shamefully crunk.

He waggles his eyebrows at Phil in answer, and knocks back a mouthful of the cooling wine. Goodness knows what that's meant to imply, but at least it's not reminiscent of those spikes and bulls and so on and so forth.