[Suspiciously, he eyes the bottle, charting the trajectory. But also, wine. In his glass. Even when Nikos is dead and mummified, he will not reject a wine refill, so he nods to her silent offer. Yes. Of course.]

I've been here the whole time, you know. He sang you a song that was written about him. He might as well have hung a sign around his neck that identified him as an insufferable tit.