He frowned over to the Bull when he said that, knowing better. Dorian knew damned well how much he loved his boys, he threw away his entire way of life for them, after all.

"And your solution was beer." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, splendid! With the proper time to ferment, we'll have wine in just seven years!" Sarcasm laced his every word, at least those illustrating the wine.