She's right in her thought process. It's logical, that they should be in a place where they can speak freely, with no need to give mind to those around them. Her thinking is entirely rational and still he resents her for it ever so slightly, meeting in her web instead of the safety of neutral ground. In public, Phonos would be unable to give in to any instincts. Here, they scream at him like the spirits seem to scream at her elsewhere. Even though he finds it distasteful, it makes sense, and that's the only reason he accepts it without further argument or complaint.

He watches her with a deeply intense stare, never glancing away from her as she opens the wine and sets about to pouring the drinks for them. When she approaches, he accepts one, very deliberately not touching her hand in order to do so. It's a subtle gesture, but important for him right now.

"Let us not speak of your father," he murmurs before taking a small sip of the wine. It's dry but flavorful, serving as only the mildest distraction from the way the dress settles on her curves. He should be above such things.

Phonos moves a step closer to Melinoe, directly in front of her without actually coming in contact, staring down at her. "Will it make you uncomfortable to continue our work together at the morgue?"