Tristan let out a little huff for a cheerless laugh. It was the best this situation could get.

The other man's answer confused him for a moment, until he realized it probably wasn't an answer. He leaned back, once again trying to pretend to be more at ease than he felt.

"What of that champagne?"

Bad idea. Why did he even say it?

Oh right, because he became a blurt out when he was awkward, that was why.