James Norrington's Study

"I'm glad you like it." The Admiral takes his own sip - a shiver immediately running down his spine as it hits him. "That's a good vintage, I haven't had it in years. I had almost forgot how smooth is is..."

Belle's voice is gentle, feeling the warmth hit her stomach and she sighs: closing her eyes and grinning as her muscles relax, "Ahh... You just have expensive bottles lying around like they're books on a shelf?"

Norrington chuckles and places the bottle on the table before sitting back down: not caring to sit so properly as he normally would. With a gentle voice, one leg crossed, and his shoulders slacked as he reclines in his fine chair, he replies, "Of course I do. A good officer needs to reward himself with such luxuries, after all. Fine scotch, fine whisky, fine wine -they're all necessary... especially for entertaining such fine company."