"Oh, this is excellent," Eliot says, gladly accepting the wine. He's much less of a drinker now that he's found his purpose (corny, blech, but true), but he can still appreciate a good vintage like this. He takes a sip, savoring the flavor and the tannins on his tongue. "Thank you. You're sure you don't want any?" he asks the DILF. "As cute as that was, I don't want you to keep burning your tongue."