[That gets a startled sort of huff of a laugh, and two raised eyebrows as Koby pulls a couple of glasses out of a cupboard.] Daemon, I'm assuming. I'd thought they had an...interesting relationship.

[The wine is opened, poured, handed over, as Lincoln gives a broody "wak" from under the bed and Koby settles into another chair, holding his own glass.]

So just like that. Nothing prompted it, he just woke up in the morning and decided "nevermind"? [There's a sip, both eyebrows still up.] That's -- well. That's the sort of behavior I'd expect from royalty, I guess.