Diana felt her cheeks flush as she looked up at him, her dark eyes easily reflecting the scene around them. Looking up at him she had a feeling she knew what he was thinking. They hadn't been together long but that didn't prevent her from thinking about how nice it would have been to be on his arm at a victory party. She resisted the urge to reach out and pat his arm. "There will be a time when Montrose will get its due glory." She said, a small smile on her lips.

She rose her glass to him subtly before taking a sip. "Until then, you're right, it may be that I end up the victor tonight seeing as I have you here." Diana felt uncharacteristically bold tonight; something that she didn't think she would feel around him, but welcomed the sensation all the same.