Setting: His room.
In a very Haus-like epiphany, when Dylan mentioned a missing bottle of wine I figured out what was wrong with Abime. Damn him. What was he thinking? He'd been doing so well. I didn't even knock before throwing the door open and storming in. No use giving him time to hide anything. If he was indecent...well I'd deal.
I barely even looked at him for fear of punching him. Which was what I really wanted to do, but that would hardly be productive. "Where's the wine, Abime?" I asked angrily.