Mark my words, Captain: you have not yet witnessed me in the throes of "pitching a fit".
[He makes himself comfortable, enjoying a sip himself, which he savors in his mouth a moment before swallowing.]
Do you like it? This is a rare vintage from an obscure village in Bordeaux, in my time. Rather than crush the grape underfoot, it was placed upon the belly of a bride, reaped of its juices as the new husband steered his vessel into port.
[He rolls the glass somewhat in his hand, inhaling.]
Full-blodied flavor. [A sip.] With just a hint of wantonness.
[He's so totally bullshitting him, but he tried this on West to see how he would react, the Abbe before him. Why not put the little bugger to the test?]
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[He makes himself comfortable, enjoying a sip himself, which he savors in his mouth a moment before swallowing.]
Do you like it? This is a rare vintage from an obscure village in Bordeaux, in my time. Rather than crush the grape underfoot, it was placed upon the belly of a bride, reaped of its juices as the new husband steered his vessel into port.
[He rolls the glass somewhat in his hand, inhaling.]
Full-blodied flavor. [A sip.] With just a hint of wantonness.
[He's so totally bullshitting him, but he tried this on West to see how he would react, the Abbe before him. Why not put the little bugger to the test?]