Marguerite did not at first instance drink. Indeed, she preferred to watch the gentleman do so. She wasn't much fond of drinking things other than blood.
"To the follies of human nature!" she jested, pressing the glass to her lips but not yet drinking. Her green eyes glittered mischievously. The man before her was quite charming looking indeed and struck a rather dapper appearance. She wondered if she could convince him to have a little nip--well, for her to have a little nip of him, to be frank.