Mariella raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she turned to glance at the boy’s sister, surprised by his jealousy. “Your sister is quite the little flame isn’t she? Everyone seems drawn to her this evening.”
She turned back to look at the boy, her smile sweeter now she faced him. “I don’t approve of drinking either, our dear host forced a glass into my hand which I was unable to refuse.” She said politely, aware that that was not quite the truth but that in this circumstance it was not hard for her to pretend.