Sure, she'll take wine. And it's nice wine, too. It doesn't escape her notice that Mr. Borgia's having something else besides, but...whatever. He's rich.

"Do you own this hotel?" Imogen asks, trying to sound politely interested and not overly keen. While she had a fairly privileged upbringing, this is several levels of magnitude of wealth more than what she's used to.

"And I do want to thank you, Mr. Borgia. You've been so incredibly kind. I can't even begin to repay you."

Literally. She's wearing £650 shoes.