[She can't resist smiling, that warmth in her eyes at the suggestion. He is so very good at this, charming and just a little wicked and she finds it more attractive than she should. She lifts her glass with a tilt of her head, looking over into his eyes.]
To beauty.
[That quirk of her lips as she lifts her glass, clinking hers to his and then bringing it to her lips with a flicker of amusement. It was, she would admit, very good wine.]
no subject
To beauty.
[That quirk of her lips as she lifts her glass, clinking hers to his and then bringing it to her lips with a flicker of amusement. It was, she would admit, very good wine.]