[His eyes just go up to hers when she brings up the straw before there's a light smirk.]
Think you already know I meet them—and more.
[Layers in his own words? Perhaps.
He's taking that sip, and it will be a short one. Just enough to get a taste of not just the peach wine. And as he pulls back there's just a light flick of his tongue over his lips as if to catch the remnants of that taste—her taste—before he casts her one last meaningful glance and quirk of his brow before turning away to resume his own drink.]
no subject
Think you already know I meet them—and more.
[Layers in his own words? Perhaps.
He's taking that sip, and it will be a short one. Just enough to get a taste of not just the peach wine. And as he pulls back there's just a light flick of his tongue over his lips as if to catch the remnants of that taste—her taste—before he casts her one last meaningful glance and quirk of his brow before turning away to resume his own drink.]