Aphrodite
"It always feels as though there is a double meaning to your words, Abigor. You say one thing, when in fact you mean another."
"Is that so, my Aphrodite?"
"What do you drink in that wine glass of yours?"
"Why, wine of course, my Aphrodite."
"Such thick and dark wine, Master Abigor."
"Ah, 'tis a fusion of berries and grapes. Only for a refined palate."
"Then would you not mind if I had a sip of it?"
"Hm...I do not believe it would be for your tastebuds just yet. 'Tis an acquired taste."