He can't help but cast a sideways glance at her throat. He knows she knows what she's doing. They've both danced around this sort of exchange before. Last time it had left him frustrated, to put it kindly.

Exhaling a breath from behind clenched teeth, he purposely looks away from her, downing the rest of his drink in one go. He puts it down on a passing tray, and grabs another drink. Taking another sip he braces himself, before smiling at her again, all teeth. "Isn't it just? Brings to mind "The Rape of the Lock." Good old Pope."