"Lady J, kindly contain yourself," he sneered. "You know very well I have no fondness of sugar." He looked at her calculatingly. "Although, to be perfectly honest, I find the offer of a great big glass of the best red very tempting."
Inspecting the bottle of 1998 oak-aged Rioja she held tantalisingly out in front of him, he sighed. "You might have a deal," he conceded.