He support Feyre easily until he felt it was time to right her again. Andras smoothed the back of his freed fingers over her jaw and nidhed back a lock of hair. "I Would ask you to show me but then I think dinner might be ruined and I'd hate for that to happen. I worked very hard on it."
He grinned back at Feyre before letting her go and hanging up her cape. "Would you like a glass of wine?"