Oh, that smirk was adorable. And so attractive. Just like the rest of him. The single bastard. She really should feel bad about flirting like this...but it wasn't like she had any actual positive feelings for her husband-to-be. It was hard to care for and respect someone who treated you like their property. She glanced around the room at his question, taking in the female crowd. "In this crowd? I do believe it stands," she said with a small nod as she took a sip of her drink. She'd almost forgot what she was drinking until the vodka hit her tongue. It wasn't particularly good tasting, but she found the more she drank of it, the less she noticed.
She raised an amused brow when he mentioned his obligation as her betrothed. If only real engagements worked that way. Whoever ended up snatching Pucey later down the line was a lucky girl. Was responding with a comment about his pants an inappropriate response? Probably. So instead she just gave a somewhat sheepish shrug. She'd actually never thought about that before. It had always seemed pointless. "How about to a jeweler for a less tacky ring? The one you've picked out for me, darling, is tiring to lug around. I think it's permanently injured my shoulder," she said playfully as she held her left hand out for him. Really, she just wanted an excuse to touch him. Plus, she was kind of enjoying some of the jealous looks she was getting from other girls.