Narrowing his eyes, Odin looked at the wine bottle thoroughly unconvinced of its merits. "Well it's not choice vineyard, but I'm sure it tastes great!" It wasn't even real wine in the truest sense of the word but Odin wasn't going to argue about wine with Bella ever. "But that will never, ever get you drunk. Unless you're thirteen years-old, at most." He said, amused.
Odin was pleased to see Bella wasn't shying away from their closeness, though he could see she was nervous about it. when she spoke, looking into his eyes as she did, Odin smiled almost triumphantly. "I think you do, too." He agreed. Very slowly he lowered his head and cupped her chin with two fingers at the same time. His lashes touched her face as he closed her eyes, brushing his lips against hers before kissing her softly but thoroughly. And there went dinner again.