She hid the victorious smile behind her glass because he'd drank from her and it was almost enough to feel herself inside him. Her fingers curled around her glass, relishing in the feel of an old chaser returning to her side, returning to the devotion she deserved.
Her eyes clouded, much like her drink, becoming the same kind of color of green absinthe turned once mixed with water.
A breath and she shifted to sit beside him. "Why thank you. It's my best brand." She giggled and curled her hand on his knee. "I never said you had to, chère. I am from a different time, different country. But the respect, there I can help. All you have but to do is ask."