Biting her lip to hide the smile this time, she turned her head to look around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to them. The room suddenly got louder for just a moment, until she caught Tyb's eye again. "I was not the best example, but I was still a Gryffindor, after all." Her Gryffindor traits were not overly dominant, but they were there, hiding for when she needed them.

Before she could protest, her not-quite-empty-glass was being snatched from her hands, a fresh one replacing it just as quickly. Even the briefest of grazes of his fingertips sent a little jolt of electricity through her, causing her breath to catch just the slightest. If she didn't remember where they were and that it was quite public, they were going to get in deep(-er) trouble. "I see your quidditch reflexes aren't lost yet." She teased, humoring him with a small sip of the new glass, scrunching her nose a little at the sensation of the bubbles.

"Speaking of, how is the Dueling Commission treating you these days?" It was a perfectly safe topic for a party and she was genuinely interested. Whenever they were alone, work was the last thing either one of them wanted to talk about, so this seemed like a perfectly good opportunity. Absentmindedly she took another sip of champagne, catching herself at the last minute and lowering the drink so it was less tempting. Her head was a little fuzzy at this point, this would definitely have to be the last glass. It certainly was not helping the longing bubbling up inside. Not in the slightest.