"...Is it weird that that kind of offends me?" She really is doing this wrong. Tony's free hand roams over his knee since it's conveniently right in front of her, squeezing his thigh suggestively before turning her attention back to the wine. "If you make me stare at this any longer I'm going to find something sharp to cut it open with. Shouldn't we drink the fancy wine out of golden goblets? Shouldn't that be like, a free gift with purchase?"