To her considerable dismay, Wanda found herself actually wanting to believe these smooth, complimentary words. How did he do it? Flatter her so easily, with none of the unctuous fluttering or prurient interest that other Capitol citizens had displayed. Perhaps there was something to learn from this stranger after all, even if he had nothing in the way of important Capitol connections or intelligence to offer her.
Smiling pleasantly, she nodded at his suggestion of food, more for agreeability's sake than out of actual hunger. The wasteful, over-the-top abundance of the food on display did nothing to entice her appetite.
Noticing his smirk, she followed Loki's line of sight, her nose promptly wrinkling in distaste. Tony Stark was near the top of the very long list of people she despised. Public intoxication was the very least of his sins.
"Something of a slurring cautionary tale, isn't he?" Wanda commented waspishly, the refreshment table forgotten. She collected herself a moment later, annoyed that she had given voice to feelings better left unsaid. It was so hard to remember to always be the impressionable, endlessly grateful ingenue from District 3 in the face of the very worst of Capitol excesses. But if she couldn't even manage to keep up the part with this perfectly decent--by the standards of the Capitol, anyway--man, then her mission was doomed. She smiled again, trying to soften the sting of her words and cast about for something, anything, to turn the conversation's focus on Loki.