It is you who flatter, Lord Francel. I merely stated a truth. You are a beautiful man with fair, unblemished skin and a healthy glow.

[He sets the bottle on the floor, having become a lot more interested in the other activities here. He unfastens Francel's bilaud, though leaving it closed for his modesty. He thinks that he doesn't want to rush this either. They've been blessed with clear sunlight through Francel's balcony windows. He watches the light play on his face. He traces the deep red wine stain on Francels's lower lip with his thumb.]

Look how easily your lips stain...