Arthur glances at Nancy's wine glass as she talks, wondering just how often she drinks. It seems at least that she has a bit of experience, since she seems oddly steady despite having had a couple glasses that he knows of.

He nods when she offers the next bottle, holding up his glass for her to refill it. "You're right. Why make an enemy of yet another faction? They need allies in the mortal realm, as far as I can tell."