The glow to her face could not have been caused by the wine alone. She leans in, her eyes twin sparks.

"I know," she murmurs, and unlike before, she doesn't withdraw her hand, just curls her fingers under his chin. He is so very close now... Sonia's been wishing she could only get this close to him, let alone by themselves. It isn't that this is all she wants Byerly for -- she cherishes his company -- but he does tempt and taunt her, and dammit, she wants. One corner of her mouth quirks up, and she brushes her thumb lightly at the corner of his mouth. "I can always tell the difference, with you."