Lelika eyes you quizzically as you caution her about drinking wine, reaching for her mug. She lifts the vessel to her mouth and takes two gulps, a crimson trickle escaping her mouth to run down the side of her chin. The mug hovers there and it seems she is about to drain the last of the red liquid, but then she sets the cup down and lowers her head obediently. “I am sorry Alison. That is how I use to drink wine, I got carried away” she says quietly, lifting the mug to take a small sip, holding it in her mouth like you and nearly choking on it.