[Her ears flick at the pop of the cork, an involuntary response not all that different from beast; there are some traits that don't change much with her shape.]
Such a gentleman, to serve a lady first.
[She turns the glass in her fingers beneath her nose, taking in the aroma. It smells enticingly saccharine, very fitting for the romantic gesture and a good choice after all. She leans forward and rests an elbow on the nearby counter, taking a sip -- yes, very sweet indeed -- before casting her gaze upon her companion again, her eyes sharp with intrigue, a question waiting on her tongue.]
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Such a gentleman, to serve a lady first.
[She turns the glass in her fingers beneath her nose, taking in the aroma. It smells enticingly saccharine, very fitting for the romantic gesture and a good choice after all. She leans forward and rests an elbow on the nearby counter, taking a sip -- yes, very sweet indeed -- before casting her gaze upon her companion again, her eyes sharp with intrigue, a question waiting on her tongue.]
And have you made love before, Scaramouche?