[ If Ryo seems surprised that she's surprised, it doesn't show. He seems most honestly accepting of her shock, almost as if he'd be more startled if her reaction was anything other than to jerk into action or roll with the metaphorical punches. He folds his arms against the worn bar top, the pale of his skin a harsh contrast to the dark material beneath. He leans forward, but keeps a mindful distance that those on television usually maintain when being interviewed by hosts. ]

It does, [ he confirms. It comes automatically, as though reading from a book. His eyes flick once to her before scanning through his otherwise incidental display. He selects one three down and to the left of the one he's just placed out, nudging it toward her with the delicate press of fingertips. ] If the bottle isn't sealed properly, red wines can become vinegar through oxidation.

[ Which has its own applications, he supposes, but it isn't something you'd desire to drink after that. Ryo just wants what is still useful to him in any sense. Whether or not that means he'll be drinking it is for him to know. ] Of course, it isn't just red wines that go off. [ He pauses, before looking back to Venus with a more decidedly focused air. ] Do you see the cork on the one next to it?

[ The one he mentions, of course, is the one pushed up in such a way that it looks bloated. It barely fits in the neck of the bottle, its otherwise pale material choked like a tree grown against a metal ring. He won't explain it just yet, knowing that his wealth of knowledge was too much for most people to take it without appropriate breaks here and there. It isn't necessarily to come off as condescending, at least.

He waits for her answer, her guesses. ]