[ Wilhelm's got the right of it. Straight from the bottle it is. Rhy takes it with a nod -- and takes several big gulps in a row. It's wine for getting drunk, not just for drinking. He just hopes it's strong enough.

Once he comes back up for air, Rhy hands the bottle back to Wilhelm, gasping slightly. ]

Come to bed with me.

[ A beat. He clarifies, quickly: ] Nothing untoward. Just... sit with me?

Cuddle up and pass the bottle back and forth until it's gone.