[Bull joins him in that toast, and subsequent drink, and then watches him appreciatively for a moment. The Vint's never been hard on the eyes, and every new things he learns about the guy just makes him all the hotter.]

You know. Sure, people talk, and Josephine bitches about all the wine, but you really know your way around a bottle.

[He takes a breath, blinks slightly, and shifts to lean against the wall as well.]

Of course, the true test of a good drink is whether or not you can stand and make it to the latrine.