[Normally, Magnus would conjure drinks from thin air in this kind of situation, but Seelie wine is already magical and he doesn't like to mix his magics. So instead, he perches on the arm of the couch with a decanter made of crystal that looks too thin to be held without cracking, filled with a liquid that seems clear at first, then a pale gold, or is that rose, or pink, or is it green?

The glass he pours for her is small, the size of a sherry glass. It smells like a garden and tastes the way flowers smell, but each time you think you've figured out which flowers, it changes just enough. The scent and flavor are a distraction, almost enticing the mind away from whatever thoughts it had been thinking before to focus just on the drink.]

The Seelie are...well, when I say "fairies" people get the wrong idea. Be careful. I have a feeling you have a higher tolerance than the average person, but that doesn't matter with this. Seelie wine is magical.

[Magnus pours himself a glass too before actually getting up to set the decanter on the table.] It affects everyone in the same way. Their way of ensuring an even playing field when negotiating. Seelie can't lie, so they do what they can to throw everyone else off their game. Cheers, sunshine.