[Reilly]

There was some question as to whether Reilly actually had a heart to melt -- not because she was excessively cold, but because to most observers her emotions seemed almost willfully superficial. She was, however, more than capable of swooning, which was pretty much what she did on the inside at Tristan's smile. Certainly, he seemed to be a good catch so far. Of course, Reilly was also supremely confident that she was a good catch too.

She giggled at his last line. "Maybe it's a good thing you waited, because I'm not from here at all. I grew up in Enamoria, but I'm living here now -- I run the Sculptures and Charms shop." It was a reasonably well-known place, although she knew she'd never seen Tristan in there before. "What are you doing in Demios?" If he wanted an opportunity to start talking, there it was.

The glass of wine arrived, and Reilly picked it up with a practiced hand. She took a sip -- just a sip, nothing more than that just yet -- and looked Tristan in the eye, then looked down. It was a gesture of calculated vulnerability, but she had plenty of practice in making it look natural. Not, she thought, that she had a whole lot of need to work particularly hard just at the moment -- the man's interest in her was perfectly clear.

"And thank you for the drink," she added softly. She allowed herself one more sip, then settled back to listen to what Tristan would say.