Eric let his free hand play across the keyboard once more as he traipsed past it with Belle on his arm, this time tapping out two bars of a playful and somewhat silly tune that a certain talking crab who sometimes visited the castle liked to sing. "Music, sculpture, wine," he mused, "These and other...art forms stimulate our minds and bodies alike. As your host I am remiss in not yet offering you a drink.." at the end of the hall he led her down a warm stone stair and then gestured about at cozily packed racks of bottles amidst a wooden bar and leather couches, "...but there are so many more to choose from here!" The prince raked his fingertips along several bottles, flicking the ends of their necks. He drew forth one, holding it up to Belle for appraisal as he used his other arm, which had just moved from her arm to a more familiar position about her lower back, to sweep her face to face. He smiled at the brunette and let the rounded end of the wine bottle's neck caress the princess's lower lip. "I've not yet said how honored I am that you have come, Belle," Eric smiled, "We must find a vintage to sate your palette."