"Well, he's a king." And opinions on kings notwithstanding, Longclaw's internal monologue is right about how embarrassing actually having to ask for it would be.

"I've got a bottle of Cameron Brig in my room, but that doesn't do us much good here." She brings it up as an idle comment, her attention somewhere in the middle distance. "And it's not the kind of thing to be drinking at a party. It's more refined than that," she adds like she would know.