Even smiled a little. It was lucky Nel was so responsible. Halibel seemed similar, but the idea of four girls going out to clubs and getting rather drunk struck him as a horrifying concept. He imagined they could be far, far scarier when in that sort of state and hoped, for Nel's sake, that no fights broke out.

He looked at the bottle of wine on the table and pointed at it, before Nel left. "May I?"

Well, why not.