Rosie leaned back in her chair, letting out a small chuckle as she glanced away from Octavius and at the band for a moment. "You sure know how to work over a woman, don't you?" A small smirk playing on her lips as her focus returned back to him. "But I wouldn't want your charms to be wasted on me. I'm not much of a romantic. By the smell, I'd say it's our White Tea," she grinned amusingly.
She cocked her head to the side as she leaned her elbows gingerly on the table, interested in this. "Oh do tell." She was sure he was only using his charm again, for what exactly, she wasn't sure?