Being on good terms with Martin meant that few people found it odd that Madeleine would speak of men in broad terms. After all, any sister was bound to know her brother's friends, and that could easily excuse most of the talk Madeleine made about men. Granted, it was an illusion that could only last for so long, but Madeleine liked it while it lasted.
Madeleine knew how to drink and how much, and she was keeping an eye on Jayden's consumption. A little was good. It loosened inhibitions. Too much, though, and what she felt was the highlight of the night would be unlikely. Still, three glasses of wine, mostly with food, was nothing to worry about.
She closed her eyes briefly at the kiss, giving a quiet murmur when he pulled back, and her lips pulled into a soft smile. She took her time in drinking another small bit of wine, watching him, before she moved. She leaned forward, ghosting her lips against his. She shifted a touch more, mouth only a breath away from his ear as she murmured, "I haven't enjoyed an evening as much as this in a long time."