Tristan was thoroughly grateful that she wasn't shy - he was enough of that for two people and probably more. The wine was helping, as it always did, of course. He glanced down at her hand with a fond smile, and - on his way back up to find some other constellation he could at least pretend to recognize - he stopped at her face. That was easily as interesting, and so much closer. "I don't think I'm anywhere near that creative," he said. "Mine would all just look like ... lopsided boxes." Especially now, when he was worse than distracted. He slid his arm under hers, resting his hand at the side of her waist, leaning a bit closer over her to do so. His patience for stars was waning.
"Sign? Um ... Sagittarius, I'm pretty sure." His smile was sheepish. "Like I said, I've never paid much attention to that sort of thing. No good reason, I guess. Maybe I ought to start." A little Divination reading wouldn't kill him, and might actually help; he sure as hell hadn't seen this coming, had he?