One drink had turned into two and by the time the (her? Valencia didn't think she could consider him hers anymore, especially seeing as he hadn't ever been hers to begin with) roguishly dressed wolf she was pleasantly buzzed. Had she been sober, she might've raised a questioning brow at his lack of recognition, or perhaps revealed herself to spare him any embarrassment. But, she wasn't sober and it'd been far too long since he had last complimented her.

"Thank you. It is not often we are allowed to dress as predators," she replied with a grin. Her accent was still mostly gone from her tone, though not entirely as it had been since arriving in London.

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