Gideon chuckled. "Not implying a thing. But you look better with a bit of colour." He took a long pull form his glass, watching her drink, then smiled.
"I like it. Just not so much after so much ale. Rather not wake up hungover."
He shrugged as she lit up, taking another drink. "Not much a fan, but I don't mind. Your lungs..." He watched her move, all slim angles and curves, and found himself wondering how much of her shape was clothing and misdirection, and how much was just Minerva.