Re: Outside of the Great Hall
"I trust you, I simply don't trust your words," He laughed, "What a dress? Me? Oh hell no, I don't have the legs for it, and you know that. And I don't know, let me think on it, I'm sure I can come up with something."
Making his way to the punch, he took a sip from one of his cups he filled, assured there was no alcohol in it, then turned back towards her once more. Handing her the cup, "There you go, Love, no alcohol at all. Though I'm surprised to hear you worried about spiked punch."
He then frowned, "Unless you spiked it. Oh, Trouble, what'd you do? Am I going to turn yellow with green poka dots or something now?"