[He'll keep the towel situated beneath that bottle until she fetches the glasses to avoid any accidental drips, though in all honesty, at this point he's rather certain that champagne will be the least of what ends up getting on the couch this afternoon. Not that he minds.
The offered glass earns Elizabeth a raised eyebrow of amusement; the draping turns his smile into something bordering almost on predatory, and he has to fight off the urge to reach up and push that blouse a little further off her shoulder.]
To me. But you need one too if we're going to do a toast.
[Action] March 21st
The offered glass earns Elizabeth a raised eyebrow of amusement; the draping turns his smile into something bordering almost on predatory, and he has to fight off the urge to reach up and push that blouse a little further off her shoulder.]
To me. But you need one too if we're going to do a toast.