Anthony gave a pleased nod as Ms. Torie seemed to accept his offering, and he nodded towards the server his thanks. The other shuffled off, leaving them once again alone. A small swell of pride bloomed in the brunette’s belly as he accepted the lady’s praise. He liked to be useful, that was for certain. Another grin touched the man’s lips as he considered her apt observation. There had been a lot skipped in the normal, formal process of being introduced. He was not at a loss for it however; getting to see the more hidden side of what he presumed was a polite, well-finished debutant was always intriguing. (Besides, now they had a little something shared.)

“I am a sponsor for the Holyhead Harpies, actually,” Anthony replied, selectively. He chose not to mention his flourishing wine entrepreneurial endeavors for the time being. It could be seen as… unusual for a gentlemen in a position like his to hold down an occupation, much less two. At least sponsoring quidditch was a little more commonly done. He didn’t know what the lady’s opinion of women playing quidditch might be, but he was sure it would tell him a great deal.

“I think they’re doing rather well this year,” he added with a small flash of pride. “I also have a rather keen interest in wine.” He turned a glittering smile onto the lady, unable to help himself. “Do you like wine Ms. Torie Malfoy?” He asked, a teasing lilt in his tone. He hoped the answer was yes.

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