I've always imagined it has a rather shameless color. Odd to associate it with that, but...ah.

[He lifts the glass to the light, admiring it. If Tyki went out of his way to, as it sounds, pull a bottle out of his own body, it would behoove him to appreciate it with all of his senses, after all.]

Tell me. Can you put a few bottles of wine inside me? In, ah, your way, I mean. Not the conventional ways. [Though really, there's no conventional way to put a bottle of wine inside someone, is there?] Should we ever be separated from the Gods again.