Contagious to those who caught the joy bug easily. Marguerite, even when extremely happy, had a hard time showing this in a very expressive way. She spoke volumes with her eyes but that mouth didn't quirk into wide set smiles often, and if they did they didn't last. She was a very serious looking witch, but she knew she was also an incredibly attractive witch too.
She leaned closer toward him, so close that her petal pink lips were at the shell of his ear.
"Nous pouvions oublier le dîner. J'ai faim de quelque chose ... hors menu..." she hadn't the faintest idea if he'd understand her French but she was certain the soft whisper was going to drive him crazy.
[*we could forget dinner, I am hungry for something.. off menu]