When she smiled like that, Simon scolded himself for not taking more notice of her earlier. It was nice, to be smiled at. Any man would be happy to have it - the smile, that is. He wasn't wrong for enjoying it, and he grinned back with a wink, leaning ever so slightly closer to her.
"I am," he said slyly. "She's about so high," Simon described, hovering his hand just above Tess's head. "With a keen smile, to boot. Maybe you know her?"