[Swilling another mouthful, he watches him from the corner of his eye, his gaze sharpened, for a brief moment, by more than wariness.]

Is that so?

[He pauses with the rim at rest against his lower lip, holding his gaze long enough to suggest it may be a legitimate question.] ...Have you considered taking a more human lover?

[Snorting:] God, Hector...

[Nearing the bottom of the bottle, his laughter comes more easily already, trickling out of him. A little more of the wine misses his mouth, a bead sliding down his skin, another unfurling between his legs in the bathwater.]

A fine choice you've made for yourself.