Ben shrugged, and smiled. It had always been easy to talk to her, and no less so now despite everything that had changed since they'd last interacted. That was part of what he'd always enjoyed about traveling; meeting different people from different walks of life, most of whom were easier to talk to than the English society types. He could exist perfectly well in that world, too, of course — and before his marriage he'd had a way of weaseling his way in to parties that he didn't really have any right to be at just for the sake of flirting with rich girls — but this was different, and decidedly nice. It was like a comfortable robe instead of a tailored suit, or riding his reliable old broomstick, worn as she was, instead of some fancy new model straight from the store.

"I'm good at this, too," he joked lightly. He tipped his glass towards her a little suggestively, then said, "I could probably send you some free samples, if you want to try. I do remember that you had some... more adventurous tastes," he teased. "When the opportunity presented itself."