He reaches for a flute of his own, downing it and aware he's breathing a little hard.

He laughs at her threat, but doesn't expect her to actually come at hime, suddenly finding her very much in his space. "It'll take more than a tweak of my wardrobe to break me. I'm sure you'll manage." Has she always had that freckle on her cheek? Funny, he's never really paid that much attention.