Iago laughed, finally relaxing enough to take a drink of the...glass...of wine. He gave it a wary look, but it was just a container. It didn't mean much. "Damn. That was to be the first thing I did." He focused on the dinner that Rex brought and forced himself not to be too fussy with it. The turkey looked...stable enough and, while he still had reservations about meat, it didn't seem too questionable.

"I know, I know," he said seriously. "I think I'm starting to tolerate the little shit, anyway." A smirk crossed his features.