He shook the bottle, focusing on it in a way that implied he hadn't heard not said anything of note. He had been speaking quietly thus far, nothing louder than a whisper meant only for the ears of his companion.

Now, he speaks at a more normal volume. "Hm. We appear to be out of wine. How disappointing." He places the bottle down, his finger touching the lip of the bottle, tilting it back so it was balanced precariously on a corner of the bottom, held from falling by the pressure of his finger. He smiles. "Since it's like that, maybe we can go somewhere else? I am feeling hungry and this place's food is a little outside of my budget."

This isn't the place for this sort of conversation, really.

"What do you say?"