[There she goes moving around again, making Tyki have to readjust.]
Uh huh.
[He's holding onto her waist as she hangs over the edge, his own hand shaking bottles for quanities remain. Tyki eyes the red wine in the bottle and nods, fingers curling with a beckoning for her to hand it over. Who needs a glass right now? Besides, he's not sure he'd find a proper one to air out the flavor]
Give 'er here.
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