Darius rose a brow as he leaned against the wall and held it out to show it was a good wine, perhaps he'd pilfered it from the cellar before coming to the funeral. "Can't one drink to numb the pain. Maybe I'm in pain..so I must drink. "He spoke dramatically and put a hand to his chest before taking a small swallow of it. "But maybe you wanted some?" He held out the bottle towards Zechariah even though he doubted he'd take it.