She smiled and leaned back into his arms with a soft little sigh, relaxing for the first time since her arrival. One hand lifted and curled against his jaw, cupping tenderly with that strange silky-damp sensation. Affectionate, soothing, she was basking in his warmth for just that moment before she slid away and turned so she could look up at him.
"I'm okay, I had a scotch earlier." She blew out a soft little breath so that he could catch the faintest tinge of liquor upon the sweetness of it. She's Greek though, so liquor is not a big deal for her. "I really look okay? I wasn't sure..."
..but for some reason all of the renaissance pictures of angels had them in the ancient greek garb so she thought maybe it would be okay.