"Sort of," she admitted. Some things she could remember more clearly than others but she at least knew what Miles was to her now. Or was when she wasn't suffering from some sort of memory loss. "And it's hardly my fault. You've been flirting more with the paintings of your ancestors than me."
She was going to reply indignantly when he took her glass but then his lips were on hers and she fell silent, somewhat appeased when he didn't let her go afterwards.
"Do you two insist on outdoing each other in everything?" she asked, somewhat amused. "Only if that's the case, maybe I should profit from it instead of this being all idle talk. You know I don't like it when the attention isn't all on me."