There was the slightest hint of suggestion to his tone, the smallest change in his expression as he looked at her. "Small samplings of a variety of things are often quite satisfying," she observed, lips curving up into an almost-smirk. "I intend to stick with the wine, but under the right circumstances or with the right company, I do enjoy sampling other... things."
Susanna let out a soft laugh at his quiet musing. "Oh God, I can't imagine anyone even trying to use them. They're slippery." Her lips twitched, fighting back another laugh. Were they really discussing the possible ways of killing someone using ballet shoes right now? "In any case, I do hope that they will give me a pair. I can still dance, but it's just not the same," she said with a wistful sigh.