In that moment, Zechariah completely, utterly believed Uriel.

But he believed in himself more.

He turned and shook his head, staring the wine bottle down like it had personally challenged him. Then, he looked to Uriel with a faux-serious expression.

“Nonsense. Let me show you what my degree has taught me.”

He fished out a steak knife and grabbed the bottle by the base of the neck. Then … he gingerly tried to carve the cork out.

It was not looking good.