"Uhhh... I'll have some wine. It'll go well with the food, yeah?" That was how that stuff worked. It was fancy to drink wine. His boss drank wine and Barty likely did too. His tone with the coke was almost dismissive so he assumed Barty was a wine drinker. They liked to have red with meat and white with fish or something like that. He had been told before. And this was neither so he didn't know how to apply that rule.

"We can have any fun you want, you know? I'm down. There's nothing I won't try." Bill offered out as he finished his food. He was determined to never back down, he treated his work almost like a fight and he wouldn't be intimidated. He'd win, in his own way. "Except if you wanna cut my dick off or something, then I'd say no."