Under the cover of the laughter around the table, Wei leaned in closer to Li, eyes demurely downcast.  To any eyes sharp enough after the wine consumed it may have looked like a brief nuzzling, and perhaps it was as her nose brushed the plane of his cheekbone lightly.  Soft lips found his ear, perhaps it was a brief and chaste kiss, perhaps a whisper, perhaps both.  Her cheeks were flushed, no doubt the camaraderie, the fight, the Yao, the wine...