Sorry, man, but he doesn't seem to even see you. He just picks up the wine glass and, face blank, walks over to the buffet table. Or more accurately wobbles over to the buffet table. You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot give it back its sense of balance.

If Philip cares to follow, he'll find Daniel drinking as steadily as if it was his day job. As a small mercy, the mansion has him sip the wine rather than chug it. When the glass is empty, he fills it back up from the steaming tureen and starts again.