As they approached what he assumed was where they were headed, he paused. He wanted to say something to her in the quiet of the night air, before they were enveloped by people and noise.

"Diana..." He turned, reaching out to gently cup her cheek. "I don't want to go without you." He smiled, something honest and almost foreign to him. It was a smile reserved for so few people. "Without you, there is no trip."

He didn't really care what wine they drank at that moment.