Anastasuis smiled down at her.  Seeing the distrust in her gaze, he lifted the skin and sipped from it first, giving a sigh as he swallowed a hearty mouthful of the sweet wine.<br/><br/>"I offer you the gift of Bacchus," he said softly as he let a small amount pour into her mouth.  "Red as the blood of the twice born god and keeper of the secrets retrieved from the underworld."<br/><br/>His voice was even, monotone and droning.<br/><br/>"Receive the gift of Dionysus..."  Another sip poured into her waiting mouth.<br/><br/>"The fruit of the vine... blessed by the lord of the hunt... the gift of Bacchus... the gift of Dionysus..."  A small sip at each pause, careful not to pour more than her sore and dry throat could swallow.<br/><br/>Then he lifted the wineskin and took a deep pull, but rather than swallow it, he leaned down and kissed her, letting the wine flow from his mouth to hers abruptly.