"If you wanted less, you'd have brought smaller goblets." Because that's what wine glasses are: goblets. You fill a goblet.

She raises up her glass at his trust and takes a hearty swallow. Which gets stuck for a second as his question registers. She doesn't come, bit it's a near thing.

"Well," she holds her cup in her lap, a serious expression on get face that matches her tone. "He was already wanting to go to you. All I did was let him know he wasn't being stopped."