With his smile widening slightly he repeats her addition to his toast, "and a bit of excitement", as he takes a sip then says, "Though with you sitting this close I cannot see how that would not happen."<br/><br/>He looks her over again now, openly as at least a slight offer has been made.  His hand moves from hers and lifts, reaching to move her hair a little more, letting him see the line of her neck and his fingers move gently down the exposed skin, his eyes meeting hers then as he says quietly, "If the rest of you feels nearly so good as this, you are lucky that I am a gentleman...and that we are in a crowded tavern."<br/><br/>Slipping a little closer to her he bends forward and moves his lips near her ear to whisper, "I am a gentlemen really, I will stop when you say, I just pray that time is not till morning."  Turning his head then he places a light kiss at the peak of her jaw bone, so light were it not for the heat of his breath she may not feel it.