CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
The taste of wine lingered on Cressida's tongue, sweet and tangy, and she watched the banter between the other two with amusement, sure there was no place for her to contribute. Upon being addressed, she nodded, curling her fingers more securely around the neck of the wine glass. "It might be the best wine I've had in weeks," she admitted, stealing another sip before being assaulted with the second question.
Oh, dancing. Did she dance? It was a good question.
"I-- well. I dance, but I don't know if it's very well." When Drake turned to her, she risked a playful smile. "Are you sure I don't want that?"