He was all too eager to allow her to open the wine. His exhaustion was evident. Part of her expected that he would be too tired to even try anything so the potion wouldn't even be necessary. But, she knew him to be a determined man. She carried the bottle over to a small table where he kept wine glasses. Though never very far from the wizard, she could tell that once he relaxed on the sofa, his eyes were closed. It was a real mark of trust that he would let her out of his sights while she poured him a drink. Of course, he was also an exceedingly arrogant man who didn't believe anyone was smarter than he was. Likely he wouldn't believe that she would try anything. She was careful not to add so much potion to his glass that he would be able to taste it. Only a little was needed to work. And just to be sure he would drink it, she added some to her glass as well. The effects on witches weren't nearly as severe. She might have to worry about her tongue turning red for a day or two, nothing worse.