"That's a more poetic question," Rinoa agreed, swirling the wine around in her glass. "So who do you find worth living for, then?"

She happened to glance at the glass mid-gesture and frowned. "I'm ... sorry," she said, quickly. She sat up, reaching to set the wine glass on the coffee table. "I shouldn't ... isn't it rude of me, to drink this in front of you?"