Her eyebrows peaked a bit when Guilian chose a bottle. Normally, she would have worried that her charms were again driving a man to lavish displays that he could not afford, but in this case... it was likely all right.
Guilian seemed almost completely detached from whatever unpleasantry she had seen in him a mere moment ago. Were people not staring, she would have literally given herself a pat on the back. Endowing others with happiness was her life's mission, she thought.
Taking the glass, her pale fingers unavoidably touching his for a flash of a moment, she giggled. "If that is what you have deemed appropriate," she agreed in French. "Though you are the regular at this Casino. You can choose what toast to!"
...She could already predict what sort of romantic drivel he would come up with, like those before him. At least he was a pleasure to look at.