She really was beautiful, but her face wasn't what Menelaus had fallen for. He could taste the wine on her lips, trying to save it for later and not lap up too much of her too soon. He had to pace himself.
When they both took a moment to come up for air, the look he had for her was such a sweet and passionate one. He heard a clamor of some drunk guests as they started to sing loudly and shuffle towards where they stood. He took her hand, letting her lead him anywhere she wanted to go.