"A fair trade," Angela agreed, then rolled her eyes, "Hestia, I'm resisting the urge to smack you over the head right now, because that line of thinking is absolutely ridiculous." Never mind that of the two of them, Gilbert was more likely to be rubbish at kissing, "Given how much he brought you up in conversation, I doubt he would think that. I think it's simply that he's inexperienced and doesn't know where to start. Confidence, Hestia!" She declared with a swoosh of her glass, spilling a bit of Firewhiskey and laughing, "Oops."
"That's going to prove exceedingly difficult," Angela confided, searching for her wand and performing a very bad cleaning spell that left the whiskey-spots damp, "Given that part of what I'm here to do involves property, which requires paperwork." Also, her son. She would have to become somewhat engaged for his sake as he got older.