Before Diana could answer, Stefanos dragged her along, heading into his room and shutting the door behind them.
"Go ahead," he said, motioning to the chair at the glass table. "Have a seat."
She narrowed her eyes at him, but she shrugged, walking over to sit.
Stefanos moved to the wine cabinet, a small grin playing on his lips as he selected a bottle of red.
She watched him silently, legs crossed and arms folded.
"Now, why do you look like that?" he asked. "You're the one who said you wanted to drink with me."
She bit down her irritation. "Less talking, more drinking, Stefanos."
"Sure, sure. Whatever you say."
He walked over, took a seat across from her, and poured two glasses.
"Go ahead," he offered.
Diana lowered her gaze to the glass and picked it up, setting it to her lips as she took a slow sip. Stefanos didn't take his eyes off her, and neither did she. She was equally holding his gaze.
