She almost had to smirk at his answer. She could understand that one side of it - getting rid of Court politics to pursue their own pleasure - but it was also a very deft deflection of her question... answering it, without lying or providing any real answer. Oh, now she was really curious about his identity - just who exactly was Amron? It might be worth it to ask some questions, on the morrow... but neither she nor Raymond had recognized him, and both of them, as Amery's confidantes, had known what all the other Rogues had looked like.<br/><br/>"Very well, Amron... but you seem to know a lot more about me than I know about you, so after this..." The rest of her sentence wavered off as she tilted her head back and opened her mouth into the kiss, letting her tongue flick out and taste the wine on his lips. The hand holding her glass trembled slightly, and she clutched at its stem as all-too-shortened memories from the night before flooded her mind, leaving her squirming just this side of imperceptibly as a rush of heat bloomed low in her belly.<br/><br/>"Perhaps.. you should put these glasses somewhere safer..." She murmured, tilting her head back. A whisper of a sigh breathed over his kiss-dampened lips, and already the yearning look of arousal was on her face, eyes heavy-lidded and cloudy with lust. "I still want to be able to drink some later, after all. It's rather heady stuff... just sweet enough."