The mercenary grinned, accepting the cup and pulling the stopper out of the mouth of the bottle with his teeth.
“It was close,” he admitted. “Almost didn’t notice your hand ‘til the last second. Had half my mind on how to hack into the computers of a military terrain vehicle based on a T3X military code, and the other half looking at your face. The code was interesting, but not.”
He sipped at the cup, and passed it to her.
“Name’s Serasai Onashi,” he said, slipping the data-pad into a pouch on his belt, and grabbing the other two bottles of wine and settling them on the ground between their legs, resting against the log. It was obvious he was expecting her to reciprocate with her own name.