Leaving one hand tracing it's way down Katelynn's side, Thuren leans to the right slightly, grabbing the bottle of wine where it rests next to the bed. He doesn't waste time prying the cork out with his teeth, but instead removes it with the application a single thumb, a useful little trick he picked up.... Well, he doesn't really recall, but it does save time. Taking a small sip himself, Thuren then holds the bottle out to Kate, with an apologetic smile.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><i>"Sorry, appears I forgot to bring any glasses... Although I suppose I </i>could<i> go get some.."</i></span><br/><br/>The last bit is spoken with mock thoughtfulness, as Thuren is quite sure Katelynn won't send him away to do something as trivial as fetch them two glasses, not now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>