As Robert and Erik headed toward the other room with Robert to check out the tea, the Dane hung back and stowed the bag under the end table next to the couch. The wine in his hand he set on the end table so that he wouldn't be found out and held the tape in his hand. The bag was also in reaching distance.

"It's just a black tea. I didn't know what type you drank." Robert was pouring himself a cup of tea.

Mikkel sat down on the same end of the couch as where he had stored his bag. "In Denmark, we drink more coffee than tea." He smiled when he saw Robert look up, probably ready to make coffee. "But I brought wine. You can drink with us."