She pushed her glass away - only a scant inch of drink still left in her glass but Minerva was finished with it. There was a slight buzz from the effects of the alcohol, but only faint. Hardly there, really but enough for her to become relaxed.
Minerva gave Gideon a wide smile. "See...no fangs," she murmured, his fingers warm against her cheek when her hair was swept away.
"And I think unique, undead, report-fudging Hit Wizards with a fetish for girls with fangs qualify as being rather swoon-worthy. Very heroic. Should have received proper thanks by now."