Pansy loved his smirk; it showed what a delightful spirit he had inside of him, mischievious and full of a smolder humor. She grinned back at him, and bit the corner of her lip, "But do you think we dare try some of it? It must be innocent, right? I mean, this is a dance for young people. She wouldn't put something lethal in the drink?"
And at his last question she shrugged her shoulder and gave her chin a playful toss in the air, "Why should he? I was with you," she said, sounding more confident than she felt. She'd actually been quite awed by the man, and his knowledge of her family. That had been very impressive.
Feeling bold still, she said, "You seemed to have handeled him rather well yourself," and she squeezed his hand as she changed the subject, "Let's be bold and taste some of it!" she said, an impish smile curling her lips.