"Oh, right, miss! You are<em>not on duty</em>, which mean's you're... Oh, that's not my bussines. And I see you have your hands full already..."<br/><br/>Mikel glanced at unconcious leather-clad Artemis on Kyrie's shoulder and swallowed quietly.<br/><br/>"Consider this wine to be on the house today. I assure you I have no dealings with the holy people, I am a bussinesman and only that. This is what I think you'll find my best!"<br/><br/>He reached down and handed Kyrie a bottle of blackened glass plugged with a wooden cork. Because of the bottle's colour, it was impossible to know the real colour of the liquid inside. Even corked, it had a strong, yet subtle aroma around it.