Cardan leaned into the cushion that equally dug into his back more comfortably than he was doing. He had a plethora of papers that were occasionally splattered with ink in various places due to the lack of care that he put into writing them. Business was business and if they were incapable of reading it, their loss.

"Pass me that." His hand followed through in a fluid yet elegant gesture to motion towards the glass that was sitting next to an uncorked bottle of wine that was surrounded by chipped dark red wax ribbons.

Once his fair fingers wrapped around the neck of the glass, it was then he realized that the glass happened to be less efficient than getting drunk straight out the bottle. Without any other command or movement, you had moved the bottle to him instead.

"Good girl." The words had fell out of his lips a bit too easily. It wasn't planned, neither did he necessarily take it back. But oh, did Cardan see the way the word tinted you a certain pinkish hue he didn't hate. He had an advantage now apparently. And he found out something new, something along the lines of praise.