[The relieved sigh that she breathes is more noticeable than she might have liked, but she's thinking about a few nights ago. Generally speaking, she's pretty good about not touching wine. Hmph. Unless she is borderline forced.
She frowns slightly, erasing those thoughts from her mind. It doesn't matter. It won't happen again. Cornelia smooths the creases in her pants, lifting her gaze up to his again, and smirking slightly.]