He taps the side of his nose. "Absolutely not," he responds. "A good two-thirds of my allure is centered around remaining sufficiently mysterious. The answer will be disappointingly banal, and so I shall hold onto the secret instead, to keep a bit of your interest."

He raises the bottle to his lips, then, and winks as he takes a little swig.

"Ah," he sighs happily. "Vorkosigan District wine. It really is the best there is, though I must stress: you cannot let anyone know I've admitted that."