Wren pours them both a glass of red. If Alex's tolerance (or tendency to drink as a punctuation to talking) is anything like his, he suspects they'll make it pretty far into another.

He smirks at that. "It's no secret that I'm not everything I seem," he says, with a raised eyebrow and a cat's smile over the glass he passes to Alex. "Transforming entirely, that would be something," he muses, and takes a drink. "Doesn't every performer attempt it, a little? I don't know what I'd choose if I could."