Had she said something wrong? Dahlia wondered as Quin gently stood, disentangling himself from her. But then he had padded across the floor, his socks ssshing on the floor ever so slightly, the fire crackling, casting light on them beyond the candles of the room. Dahlia's body turned, following him, like a flower to the evermoving sun. Ah, wine. She realized as she noted the bottle in his hand. The paper next to it flying into the flames of the fire before she could voice her objections with the sudden rush of sentimentality she felt for the crisp paper of the note.

"Kind of them." Dahlia gave him a small smile, watching as the pale yellow liquid splashed against the sides of the glass. Moving forward as the glasses filled she came up beside him and accepted her glass with a shy smile. "Cheers." She echoed and took a small sip. The wine was cool, likely enchanted to be so, and for a moment she considered it instead of the situation before her, but then Quin's words brought any attempts to ignore this awkward feeling between them to the forefront of her mind.

Looking up from the edge of her glass she nodded solemnly, a nervous smile beginning to tilt the edges of her lips, "Just a bit. It shouldn't be, should it?" And then she was babbling. "It's just kissing and I've always liked when you kiss me - I mean I know it's more than just kissing but..." Her cheeks were flaming red now, her whole body feeling hot. "I've always felt so comfortable with you and I don't know why this should be any different. It's just I feel so... I don't know." Her hands had begun to wave with the words and the barely drunk liquid sloshed over the sides of the glass. Dahlia was quite certain she'd never felt more mortified in her life.