[there's a long pause from inside.]

...That depends entirely on whether you're going to try and take my wine from me.

[and then, almost cheerfully:]

But no, probably not. Bemoaning my fate is one of the few things I'm rather practiced in; I've gotten good at it. ...You can come in, if you want.

[since he does currently have The Luggage next to him for protection, and the voice on the other side doesn't sound threatening yet.]