Ronnie caught the look in Hermes' eyes, and it only made her smile a bit wider and a bit more brightly. She definitely wasn't as intuitive as most of the other girls that she knew, Ronnie did know that she was better at reading Hermes than she was at reading any other boy. And if she happened to use that against him from time to time, it was only natural and really something that couldn't be helped.
"Oh, you know, it's nothing I can't handle," Ronnie replied, somewhat dismissively. Truthfully, she was doing more work in and out of the office than she'd done in her entire life, but she didn't need Hermes worrying about her. She had her father for that. "Herm, this is awesome, thank you." Ronnie smiled brightly up at him before she took the bottle. "You don't mind if I crack it open now, do you?" Ronnie asked, although she was already off and into the kitchen to search for clean glasses. It was a vintage that she knew Hermes preferred, and even though wine wasn't exactly Ronnie's drink of choice, she was still grateful for any reason to have Hermes to herself for a few moments.
"There are trousers in the wardrobe in my bedroom," Ronnie said as she returned, freshly poured glasses of wine in her hands. "Do you want me to put them on?" she asked, looking down at Hermes on the couch as she held out a glass for him. "I needed to get up anyway, but I'm glad that you decided to come over."
Ronnie plopped down onto the sofa next to Hermes, sliding well into his personal space before she kicked her heels up onto the coffee table in front of them. "Hailey's not here, you know," she said, a bit suggestively as she glanced at Hermes from the corner of her eye. Before more words could come out of her mouth, though, Ronnie took a healthy sip from her glass. Hermes still managed to make her nervous, mostly because of Ronnie's own insecurities and her jealousy, and that didn't even touch the fact that Hermes Granger was really too good for anybody, so the extra liquid courage didn't hurt. Ronnie also liked the ambiguity of the thing between them, there wasn't any pressure, and she'd had enough of that in her life already, so she was all the more comfortable without having a concrete definition hanging over their relationship. "Not that it really matters or anything," Ronnie added coyly before she raised her glass to her lips again.