"Yes," he agrees. Polishing off the cupcake, he leans back to skate two fingers over the bartop. "Madam Bar, some wine, please?"

Pop. The usual white ceramic bottle materializes, with a tiny festive bow tied around its neck. He can't help but grin as he picks it up, inclining his head to Bar in thanks.

"Have you made any more progress there?" he asks as he uncaps the bottle.