Celestia was a professional when it came to hiding her emotions, espically when it came to brutish thugs who thought they were hot stuff. Honored to be in his presence? More like ready to set him on fire or set him in a case of ice. Seeing her angry seemed to only fuel his need to be a total blockhead.

What was that phrase again? Don't get mad but get...even?

The sun princess is silent as she walks into the kitchen and starts to look for what he had asked for, finding a rather large bottle of red wine. That would do. She smirks a little as she pops it open and pulls out a single glass, heading back toward the man sitting down. But if she had a glass already, why didn't she pour it in there?

"I hope this will suffice." She speaks with a calm smile and sets the glass beside him. "Say when."

But the wine never hits the glass. Instead, Celestia decides of a better place for it: all over Gilgamesh's head and doesn't stop until it's all gone. Oops.

"I bet that was refreshing." She yawns as her moogle floats close by and squeaks at the scene. "Well, it seems that this meeting has tired me out. I may take a bit of a nap."

Yep, time to split upstairs before he tries anything.