Snow glanced at the cup briefly before looking to Way with hate in her eyes. She came rather close to taking toe cup and throwing it on the floor until she heard what her new Master said. Her eyes quickly lowered from his face as her own face softened. "Yes, Master." She whispered softly. Her slender fingers wrapped around the goblet. Her small hands griping it firmly before rising it to her soft, most, pink lips. With a quick, submissive glance to War, she took a sip of the red wine. The smell found it's way to her nose and flooded her senses. The taste was like nothing she had ever had in her life. Quickly the small girl emptied the cup with the table manners you would except from a street girl.