[You are sitting back enjoying luxury whine with your friend in your luxurious dorm room. Alice enters the room and you offer her a glass. Speak in a smug arrogant posh tone.]
“This really is an excellent wine. Fifty years old from the western empire. How about taking a seat and enjoying a glass with us? This isn’t something even those of lower nobility can access easily, you know.”

[You are lecturing Alice about the expectations of Nobels. Speak in a smug arrogant posh tone.]

“Tch, it really is a shame. A commoner entrusted with the duty of guiding a noble, though it’s true she is of the lowest class. If she had better guidance, maybe she would have known not to treat me, firstborn of a fourth class nobility family, with such disrespect.”