Elsbeth stepped forward and accepted the peace offering. He hadn't returned her notes or contacted her in any way, simple content to leave his poor sister in a panicked frenzy. The wine wouldn't make it better, but it would serve as a salve to her wounded pride.. for now. She impatiently brandished the cork-end toward him, "Magic, August, use it for Merlin's sake." If she'd been a witch, she'd have done it herself and summoned a pair of wine glasses from the liquor cabinet (there was one in nearly every room, considering whose home it was.) Instead, she fully intended to drink straight from the bottle. If August wanted some, he could help himself to a glass or take turns.

"So you had no idea she was going to go to the press? Did you know she was back in town?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "Hell, you haven't been sleeping with it again have you?" She loved her nephew as much as one could love a half-vampire that was spawned by her favorite brother and a monster she'd tried to have killed twice, but even a vaguely doting aunt knew it was a terrible idea to go and make another one of them. No, August's next child would be legitimate and pureblood... or at the very least, fully human.