[ Shrugging nonchalantly, Eagle takes his seat again and pours himself a fresh glass of white wine. He meets Ain's eye while he sips it, his expression jovial, but it's also pretty likely he's also being specifically contrary while he does it. ]

I considered it, then decided against it. Don't worry, I can hold my grapes, believe me. I've got a clear head just ready and waiting to hold all the fancies you could possibly fill it with!