"So very helpful of you," Solomon muttered, using a shadow to uncork the bottle without much of a pop and pouring himself a glass. He left the bottle where it was and went to sit on the other side of the room, so at least if he was tempted by the thought of more he'd have to consider getting up to have it--not that he intended to drink the first glass at speed.

"Well?" he asked as he sat on the unused bed. "What did you want to talk about this time?" Yes, his voice was noticeably sardonic.