Good.

[ Enhancing his charm, Narciso watches as Angela helps herself with the bread, a pleasant smile on his lips as he reaches for his goblet of wine and offers it to her. ]

Perhaps something to wash it down? Our wine here is made of the sweetest grapes and berries, fitting for royalty.

Have some, please. [ His voice is like music to anyone's ears, like birds chirping and fluttering about. ] You may help yourself with anything on our table.