"At your leisure, m'lord." She watches the cork fly with no little amusement, and huffs a soft laugh at where it lands. "I do not know if that was deliberate on your part or not, but well done in either case."

Adele extends her glass for the sweet, bubbly wine and offers Jack a fond smile. "I am certain France loves you just as well, so long as you do not sully our wine or food, we are mostly forgiving."