With a cold glass of wine. The whole world disappears for a small chunk of time and everything seems not so bad.
But I'll kiss the ground where you kneel, till I grow my hair to my heels, spike your water your wine, yeah, there's blood on my hands
Man in Black: All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right... and who is dead.