"You'll get drunk," he warned.
"I don't care, I want to drink!" she insisted.
Having already had some wine at the Duke Residence earlier, and now another glass, the flush of alcohol on her cheeks grew deeper, softening her tone with a rare streak of capricious coquettishness.
Unable to resist her, he reluctantly poured her another half cup.
Within moments, she had finished it.
"More!" she demanded.
She held out her cup, gently licking the wine stains from her lips, her face expressing an insatiable craving.
"You can't drink anymore."
"Just one last cup!"
"No!"
"Just one more cup!" She tugged at his sleeve. "Dear Duke, could you pour me one more cup, please?"
With those words, "Dear Duke," his resolve crumbled, and her cup was filled with wine again.