[ Spoiled Tevinters. Not that Brennan wouldn't have gone for refills anyway. He'd just have to poke at Dorian for it now. ]

Can you hoard something when there's an endless supply a mere few steps away in a closet? [ He ponders the concept aloud, partially to tease and partially just because he enjoyed the expressions that inevitably chased their way across his lover's face at the mention of the magical closets.

He leans in when Dorian holds up the glass however, eyeing it with a speculative glance. ] What is it? Is it a juice? A wine?