The delight dancing in her eyes isn't feigned. She's happy to see him--not just because he's a familiar face, but because she'd grown to miss him. His comment earns him a tempering of that delight, but the makings of a smirk. "Duly noted, my lord. Your secret's safe with me."

Of course her mind flits to more wicked things. Why else would a person wish to bite?

Her focus shifts from his features and to the bottle he proffers. Wine. He'd brought her wine and thought to visit her. To say that she is unaffected would be a lie; her throat tightens and little baby dragons take flight in her chest. She'd pull him down for a hug if they were on more familiar terms, so instead she smiles up at him.

"Wine always suits. You'll find me extraordinarily grateful for both the company and the gift."