Kings hadn't made advances, and these weren't serious pushes really. It was a bit of fun. Flirting was mostly innocent, mostly. And with the pleasant buzz running through his skull, Kingsley felt divine and relaxed, which made him a bit faster to speak and less than usual on filtering. Pouring the wine, Kingsley looked up.
"You're never in the way, pet," Kingsley walked back over, "I love having you here. I'm sure my mother'd be proud that I have such a gorgeous woman all to myself every night." His eyes danced a little as he played with the words. "You're more important than any...foxy lady I might meet out there," he told her, holding out the glass.