Christine knew what was at risk. Her life, Stephen's, her family, her colleagues, the world and apparently even more than the world. Multiple words and timelines and galaxies and things she couldn't even begin to really understand. But she knew that everything could go to hell and it was because of that she really wanted to have nights like this. That, and so many other reasons.
It didn't go unnoticed that he was starting to loosen up a little. She also noticed how steady his hands were, which she imagined had something to do with his newfound mystical arts sorcery stuff and nothing actually medicinal.
"I'll keep them to myself. I'm sure you're already thinking them for me anyway," she said. She held her glass up and clinked his once he'd taken a drink of his martini. She flashed a little smirk of her own, and nudged him a little in the side before taking a sip of her drink.