"So it’s not that you didn't want a drink, just that you didn't want  this  drink?" He raised his eyebrows at the campaign he held questioningly. " I agree it's ghastly stuff, prefer a firewhiskey myself but it’s unlikely they'll serve me one here." He looked at his glass with a frown, jealous of the elderberry wine she was sipping on but too proud to admit to Luna how bloody delicious it was.