Jefferson pulled a face, and tapped his hands on the wall beneath the window before turning around on the table and jumping down. When he did so, another bottle fell and broke, and he glanced at the cat. The beast didn't even blink at the noise. But of course her cat wouldn't flinch. Evil little animal.
He looked at Regina and put his hand against his collarbone, flourishing his wrist as he gave the Queen a half bow. He recognised that he'd been caught with his proverbial pants down, so any stab he had at showmanship, pride or the upper hand was out that cellar window like he wasn't.
"Your Highness, you're looking -- " If he wasn't a father, if he hadn't been married and didn't have a daughter, he might not have noticed that Regina was pregnant. But he was good with details and he was a father. So for him, it was absolutely impossible to miss, "particularly radiant this evening."