Vincent moved to lean against the opposite side of the banister, "I've no complaints," he said, definitely taking in her flattery. He let his eyes move over her, being a bit obvious in his glance, "You look good Bulstrode. Seems the change suits you," he said, as he noted a waiter passing by with a tray of champagne glasses.
He turned and grabbed two of them, and then moved to the other side of the stairs, and extended a glass to her, "Read a bit about it, in the journals and all. Must of been a bit of shock," he said, glancing at her again, but this time shifting his attention to her face.
She had gray eyes, he realized, and plump lips. He had kissed more than his fair share of women since his school days, but he couldn't recall meeting a girl who had a face like hers. He found himself remembering their days in school and the hours he'd spent with her, and never really noticing just how pretty she was.