[She shoots him a Look across the table then reaches over for the nearest glass, shaking her head with a smile, raising it up to the light in some sort of toast.]
Any girl's after your heart, Barnes. You're too bloody charming. [But of course she knows he's spoken for. So she just laughs again and takes a healthy sip, breathing out the burn down her throat, breathing in the warmth it leaves in its wake.] Trying to get me pissed?
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Any girl's after your heart, Barnes. You're too bloody charming. [But of course she knows he's spoken for. So she just laughs again and takes a healthy sip, breathing out the burn down her throat, breathing in the warmth it leaves in its wake.] Trying to get me pissed?