"Wine makes me happy, and consoles me in the darkest of times." He breaks that somber note with a smile, though. "And so, more for me, then." That wasn't to say ale or rum didn't have their places. He even enjoyed both in kind, but wine had a way of warming him that the others lacked. He did admit, at least to himself, that may have been due to an ongoing bout of homesickness, but no one else needs know about that.

Something akin to happiness swelled in his chest as the knowledge of Bull's residence was revealed and that he shoved down right quickly. That the lummox's presence would make him happy? Ridiculous.

"Oh, if he's about, I'm sure I'll run into him eventually. He has a habit of being obvious. A horrid quality to be found in a spy, truly." And there was an underlying fondness in that overly-critical assessment that suggested he was rather glad at the news. He had other news to smile over, after all. "Naturally. Corypheus cannot be suffered to live, if one can call his existence living, that is. He's a noxious stain on my homeland's otherwise perfectly tarnished reputation, after all."