Which is why we will train you soon enough. A ploy like that only works so often.

[Vaguely said as he sets the bottles down on a nearby table. There are glasses around here . . . somewhere, he thinks, and promptly gives up on finding them the moment they don't instantly appear. They'll just drink from the bottle, it's not as if either of them are so worried about propriety . . . mm, yes, and with that decided, Fenris busies himself with finessing the cork out. It's a slow process, hampered mostly by the fact his attention is suddenly shifted upwards.

Call it instinct, maybe: that anytime anyone wants to go unnoticed, there's something about their body language that just shrieks don't look and draws attention all the more.]

Is it giving you trouble?

[Said as he crosses the room, fingers still absently prying at the cork, and only belatedly realizes:]

Do you know how to start a fire?

[Has he noticed the lever? Apparently not just yet, though there's still time.]