Madison and Rhys
Rhysand knew exactly why Madison decided to date him. And he planned on continuing the trend to treat her well.
His turn to smirk at the kiss to his hand. "To be fair, does any punch ever taste that good? Even when spiked?" The High Lord would rather just drink the alcohol, to be honest.
Rhys pulled Madison close, but not so close that an adult centuries younger than him would have cause to yell at him. Besides, he'd pull Madison tightly against him later while wearing far fewer items of clothing. He moved with the music and his magnificent girlfriend.