Her smile, coy at first, spread wider until it split and her teeth (brightened the smallest bit by a dental charm she was a bit weary of)were flashed. Then she took to chewing on her lower lip as she watched him work. She could appreciate that; him doing something the hard way simply because the results might be more worth the work placed in it?
His grin had her falling into a sense of ease and Lyra stepped forward as he held out the wine glass.
"Much better now that I'm here," she admitted, leaning up on her tip-toes to brush her lips across the rough bit of his cheek. Lyra rolled back onto her heels and adjusted that bag again.
"And you? Been busy?" She hardly noticed how worn his clothes might have looked simply because that wasn't something that Lyra cared about when it came to men. Some didn't have the funds to look fancy all the time, she certainly didn't.