"Im talking about the distinct and abhorrent taste of phlegm that graced what would otherwise be a beautiful vintage. But Im not mad about the fact that you wasted such a wonderful wine. Im mad that you thought you could pull it off when I was in -such a bad mood-. Surely you know me better?"
He took a quick glance back at Francis, who had come nearer to Leon and Perrot, but paid him little mind.