"You drank all that, love?" he asked in disbelief, his eyes traveling over her small body as he wondered how she had managed to drink all of it. Wasn't that far too much even for a man, not to mention a petite little woman? The wines in silver were all made with special ingredients, as werewolves don't get drunk on human wine; it had to be manufactured differently for it to affect them, and most were strong enough to knock someone, wolfless or not, unconscious.
"I can't believe you drank all that," he said, looking down at her flushed cheeks.
She only looked at him cluelessly, as if she had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
