Kate and T'Challa
With an ego like Kate's, she knew she looked cute. But somehow when he said it, it made her cheeks burn. It wasn't entirely unexpected--it was one of those things that people say in polite company, right?--but still.
In return, she reached over and touched his tie. It was nice. Just a touch flashy, but not too much. "You do, too. Of course the King of Wakanda is also the King of style." A warm smile adorned her lips as she lowered her hand.
The smile brightened considerably. "I would be honored. I've always wanted to check out Wakanda. I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to bother you at work so far. The holiday seems like a great time to drag you away from your office. --Do kings have offices? You must, right?"
Then she nodded. "Let's get a drink. I think they're this way." She motioned, then turned to walk with him toward where the libations were currently living.