For a minute he thought he was going to get kissed. So when Hakuba pulled away from him he blinked rapidly for a moment as if coming out from under a spell. He sighed and tried to understand what the pain he felt meant.
“I, in fact rarely ever drink. Last night was … was …a lapse.” He huffed and retreated a bit so he could face the detective. “I’ve never really had a lot of wine and most of it has been the cheap stuff.”
“I’ll have to have you come over one of these days; we have a collection at the house… though…” Hakuba shifted on the bed, pulling a leg up onto it with hands on ankle, looking at him more directly. “If you don’t drink often, why were you drinking last night? I assume it was for the pain, but… you would be drinking nearly every heist, wouldn’t it?"
It was a tease, and he hoped that it would lighten the air.