Ryan watches her go, not<em>quite</em>discreetly, smiling a little at the swaying, then trying to corral his thoughts a little. But often finding them drifting back in Tessa's direction...<br/><br/>When Alyth returns with the drink, he looks up with a warm smile. Thank you, Miss Alyth. His cheeks flush a little again at the whisper, and he chuckles softly. If you mean for another cake, I think I might be willing to eat those all the time...