Prompt 16, Wine
He held the tulip shaped glass to the light, the golden amber of the cognac pleasing to his eye. Swirling the wine around, he brought the glass to his nose; the scent teased him. A sip, and he sank back into his comfortable chair. Here, in his quarters, he was not the servant, but the master. Right now, he was not the self-effacing retainer, but the connoisseur, the expert... especially of the wine he savored.
Memories of Paris, his wife, and Tin-Tin's early years, always seemed as golden as his nightly libation.
"To old habits," Kyrano murmured, smiling softly.