She took the glass after a slight hesitation, taking a long sip while watching him over the edge of her wine glass. She felt almost like a child in front of him, now - as if he had lived for much longer than she had, and she experienced only a mere fraction of what he had gone through thus far in his life.<br/><br/>"But would you not also have my company, Amron?" She asked lightly, swallowing some of her nervousness and moving to follow him. She turned and leaned her bottom against the edge of the round table, which dug slightly into the backs of her thighs. Bending at the waist, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his wine-moistened lips, letting her tongue slide briefly into his mouth if he wished it before sitting back again. "You can chase me away, of course, but I do not mind taking a drink with you."