[Like fuck he's going to leave it to melt, not when he could sit up and rescue his full glass. "Rescue" here, of course, means "consume", and Nikos doesn't so much as blink at the sudden ice. Ice, with Marisol, is nothing. Very convenient when you're drinking something that requires ice, which in honesty, this wine does not. But who is he to complain.]

Your apology will half-ruin the wine. This wasn't meant to be chilled.

[Who is he to complain? Nikos, that's who. In this case, because it's Marisol, he's teasing. Despite his protest, and before she remove the extension and spill wine all over him, he sits up and takes a quick sip.]

Is this insufferable tit really so amusing to you, that you're willing to suffer his singing?