"Only half as much as I'm looking forward to it, I'm sure," Dahlia said, and though her tone was light, she wasn't teasing. Jenny and Saint were her favorite entertainers, and Saint was only in town on occasion. She might have felt bad for hogging up a good portion of the fairy's time if she hadn't been paying him handsomely for it.
"I suppose a drink wouldn't hurt. It's not like I'm driving myself home or anything." Dahlia laughed almost giddily when Saint nipped at her naturally pouty lips, and she turned her head away, a blush gracing the apples of her cheeks. "Saint, what am I going to do with you?" At her feet, Lucy shifted uncomfortably, her eyes never once failing their gaze on the fae.
"We're at a party," she insisted. Just because Dahlia couldn't see the guests didn't mean they couldn't see her, and while public displays of affection had to be commonplace here, she wasn't entirely comfortable with it.