Amy's eyes lit up. "Oh, indeed?" She grinned and made her way back to her seat. She could feel herself coming close to losing control completely, but she perservered and fought to stay calm. As if just to tease, she ran her long, slender finger around the rim of her half-full brandy glass before raising it to her lips. She sipped and crossed her legs, hoping desperately that she could calm herself.<br/><br/>She shook her head, knowing it was impossible. She tipped the brandy down her throat and ran round to him, grabbed his hand eagery, then realised she didn't know where she was going. A sheepish step back and a glance up at him, and they were halfway up the stairs.