Yet, even after Raegan emptied her glass, Davey showed no inclination to sip from his.

Raegan motioned for a refill, subtly hinting. "Another toast, Mr. Glyn."

Both being from Ambrosia, Davey would grasp the significance of a double toast as the pinnacle of respect.

Davey, as an elder, couldn't outright decline a toast without repercussions since refusal would tarnish his reputation. Slowly, he raised his glass, a smile barely reaching his eyes.

Just as Davey was poised to drink, he abruptly set the glass down, remarking, "I just recalled, I've taken medication as prescribed by my doctor, rendering me unable to consume alcohol or anything else for three hours."

With firm resolve, he placed the glass down on the table.

Though infuriated, Raegan found his excuse plausible, leaving her no grounds for objection.

So, plan A had failed conspicuously. It was time for Plan B.

As Davey prepared to depart, Raegan hastily interjected, "Mr. Glyn, I've heard of your expertise in cross-border trade, and as you're aware, my family delves into international shipping. I have a few pertinent inquiries if you'd spare a moment?"

Davey paused, nodding gently. "Please, proceed."

Raegan delved into a series of intricate inquiries regarding international trade, steering clear of the elementary queries that might raise eyebrows and ensuring her questions didn't betray her intentions.

Davey remained patient, responding with impeccable logic.

Upon addressing her queries, he made to leave once more. With no other recourse, Raegan “accidentally” spilled her wine onto him.

“Oh!" Apologizing profusely, Raegan feigned distress, "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Glyn. Your suit... It's entirely my fault..."

She retrieved a handkerchief to dab at the stain, but Davey visibly recoiled from physical contact, taking a step back to evade her touch.

Flushed with embarrassment, Raegan withdrew her hand, continuing, "Mr. Glyn, allow me to rectify this. Our fashion designer prepared additional suits for this occasion. I'll arrange for you to select one that suits you.”

Her reasoning was sound. Davey couldn't refuse, given the strong scent of wine and the discomfort of the sticky residue.

Despite his displeasure, he had no alternative, having not brought a spare suit. Reluctantly, he nodded his assent.

Raegan gestured, summoning a servant. She instructed, "Escort Mr. Glyn to the guest room for a change."

The servant complied, addressing Davey, "This way, Mr. Glyn, please."