Miles was grinning. It seemed that some of Lettie's old fire and spirit were back, and he damn well hoped it was going to stay that way. "Oh rubbish. The last portrait I flirted with was Monty's grandmother's portrait." It was some of his worst behaviour, but Lettie usually liked to tell the whole story. Granted, he was wasted on Don's best wines, and he did piss in Eva's prize winning ficus... not to mention chat her up as well. Not his finest moment. If she could remember that, then she'd be back.
He felt comfortable with his hands on her waist, and grinned at Lettie's words. "No darling, Cass just naturally bristles everyone the wrong way."
"So if this is a veiled way of telling me to take you to dinner and seduce you, then ok. I shall wine you and dine you and make you remember lots and lots of things." There was that dark and desirous look in his eyes, and Merlin he hoped she'd remember that.