With a chuckle the French man tossed back the last of his wine, slamming his goblet on the rough wood of the table.
LAURENT: “It’s terrible what passes for wine here!”
…he spat.
LAURENT: “Do you know what it is like to be exiled from the nation you love?”
Walker said nothing, but I imagined I could see a faint look of disdain on his face. Wiping his mouth with a cloth, the Frenchman motioned for more wine.