[Cornelia and Oliver -- Beach]
[He sees the smile and he moves her glass away from in between before finishing his. Would he had a small devil on his shoulder whispering evil thing to his ears, Oliver would have filled the glass again. He can see how wine affects her. He can see that smile on her face and he wonders how many people saw it before him. He shakes his head, chuckling slightly]
Never mind, Cornelia. I wasn't talking about money.
[He leans down beside her, on his side, his head resting on his hand. There's still enough space between them for Cornelia to feel comfortable, but this way he can see her more closely than when he was sitting up. He smiles gently at her, wondering if this side of Cornelia a part of her, buried behind the defensive wall, or it's only the wine talking. He hopes for the earlier one, as this is not too unpleasant.]