Jono was aware of the wine, in the same way that he was aware of the effect it had on Rinoa, of the clothes she was wearing today, of the way the liquid settled in the glass after she set it down.

//I've already had you help yourself to my wine once,// he pointed out, easily. //And you had the wine well before I walked into the room. If I were to have a problem with you drinking, next I'd be taking offence to you eating, or speaking, or breathing. There's little point, luv. Go on, enjoy it.//