"So, -Brigadier-...as it stands, it seems that the drink you had dispensed to me was...tainted." The increasingly angry Perrot said as he moved ever closer to Leon.
"Now, Ive given that bartender enough tips to buy a small house and enough priase to cheer up a child with terminal cancer." He continued.
"So, that leaves only one person who had handled the wine. That'd be...you?"