Thorn was eating the last of the mussels when he felt Elora's gaze on him. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't you think it's a waste to enjoy such a sumptuous meal without a good wine?" Elora asked, her words carrying a double meaning.
Thorn instantly realized that she was eyeing his wine.
He finished chewing the food in his mouth and wiped the corner of his lips before answering.
"You drank the last of my wine two weeks ago. My dimension ring is empty," Thorn muttered listlessly, shaking his hand to emphasize his point.
He hadn't expected Elora to finish all twenty jugs of wine in his ring so quickly. When they returned to the castle, he would double his wine production since she seemed to like it so much.
A flicker of smugness crossed his eyes at the thought that Elora enjoyed something he had made with his own hands.
