"Flattery gets you everywhere, Mr. Baelish." Leaning in, she airily brushed her lips against his cheek, then stood back a pace to look him over. "Though I must say, the compliment goes both ways, you're looking as handsome as ever." And it was the truth, always had been. Dressed to the nines, the pair of them had cut quite a swath back in the day before she had met her Ned.
"I hope that I'm not keeping you from anything too important this evening," she began, reaching for her glass once more and inclining her head towards the bartender. "But I wanted to thank you for my lovely gifts. You really didn't have to do that, you know. And really, this is overdue. How long has it been? Too long, I know."