Cyril takes the bottle to try some of it for his own. He chuckles gently once he does, not wanting to make any sort of face that could be considered rude.

"Yes, I see what you mean," he says before handing the wine back to Fenris. He isn't saying it's good, but it's not the worst thing he's eaten.

He sits back and feels his eyes start to drop so he leans forward again, forcing his body into a more uncomfortable posture that somehow still manages to look graceful and well poised.

"What time are we planning to head back out tomorrow?"