Though she had hoped, she hadn't really expected him to stick around for another bottle, so when he said he would be taking his leave, Isobel simply nodded her head with a smile. The glasses were taken from him, set aside on the counter. "I'm sure we'll have chance to do it again, won't we?" she said. And then she leaned up on tiptoes and pressed her lips against his cheek in a brief, friendly kiss.
"It has been a good evening. I'm glad you could join me, Jazz," she whispered before dropping back to her regular height, her smile warm.