She listens, avidly, all brightness that the drink doesn't dull, all open in her face as quickly as he begins. Then still, quiet, watching him -

- Before she falls back, her face breaking into a wide blinding smile and peels off laughter. The wine spilling in the glass over her fingers as she settles. Her other falling over her eyes, covering her as she laughs and laughs and laughs. Still breathless, still earnest. Her laughter turning to giggles, letting her bemusement fill her utterly. "They should have sent their wives. I am sure they looked utterly stunned."