As Thérèse listened, she found herself blushing too, ducking her head and resisting the urge to smile wide. "You're very sweet," She murmured, glancing back up at him. She could feel the wine closing in on her mind, clouding her rationality, but she didn't mind. It was a nice feeling. A very nice, relaxed feeling. "That's something else I like about you. You're sweet and... absolutely gorgeous." She chuckled, raising her hand.
"C'mere." She gestured with her finger, indicating for him to come closer. "C'mere, really. Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you or throw wine on you." She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she knew that she'd like Christopher closer. She'd like him not so... on the other side of the table. Closer would be nice.