Wine right, that might help. Quin had gotten in trouble with whiskey in the past, but wine should be safe. Just help to loosen up the awkwardness a little bit. He had no idea why he felt so awkward, this was perfectly normal and expected, but still hard to navigate. He hadn't had the forethought to have some wine sent to the room, but clearly somebody had, as he quickly found one on the table near the door, having been too preoccupied on their way in to notice it. Standing carefully, so as not to jostle her in the process, he padded across the room to find a familiar script on the card beside the bottle. He nearly scowled at Percy's unmistakable scrawl inside. He didn't even bother to read it, instead tossing it into the fireplace unceremoniously; it was probably more crass than he wanted Dahlia to see.

"The Adlards send their congratulations," he went with instead, as he popped the cork and poured two glasses. "Cheers," he added as he handed her one of the glasses and took a healthy sip after raising his own. "This is awkward, isn't it?" He knew he had to break the tension somehow, but couldn't think of a way other than going straight for the truth.