"I pride myself on perceptiveness," she joked back with a smile. Lydia finished her drink, savoring the warmth that seemed to seep into her blood as she drained the alcohol. That was, admittedly, Lydia's favorite part about alcohol. That and the soft pink flush it always seemed to give to her cheeks and chest, not blotchy or dark, but just enough to give her a little more color and make her a little more glowing with radiance. At least, if you asked her.

Lydia's eyebrows lifted with interest. "Oh?" she asked, grinning a little and leaning forward to mirror him. "How so?" Lydia liked the idea of some classy culture being introduced to the apparently pretty gloomy culture in which she currently found herself.