Beckett felt the subtle shift in the underlying tone and was pleased by it. He enjoyed June's company, but it was even more fun when she went along with his nonsense, leaving him wondering if she would ever give in to him or not. "Ma Cher, if you want to run the Wasps then you do only have to say yes when I propose." It was teasing, but sometimes he wondered if they wouldn't make a good match. She hardly took him seriously though, so perhaps not.

The easy way she leaned him had him shifting a little closer, amused by her forward notions. "I highly doubt we would be wearing much at all, so your point is irrelevant." He mused, smirking again. He caught her scent, vanilla and something citrusy, and leaned in further, "In fact all you'd be wearing is that perfume." He added in a low murmur so that only she could hear him. Then he straightened up and drained the rest of his wine.