Loathe as she was to give up the gentle press of his hand against the small of her back and the easiness of leaning against the solid wall of his shoulder while the spoke, there was nothing the least bit unappealing in his suggestion. As far as she was concerned it would surely have been a crime to pass up the opportunity to hear first-hand stories of the life of a Musketeer. If they happened to come from a particularly handsome example of the same, and promised to be far more interesting than any history lesson she could ever remember sitting through, all topped off with a bottle of wine, so be it.

"I will definitely take you up on that," she said, lingering a moment longer than was strictly necessary (and who could blame her, really). Whether her words were directed more toward the idea of mixing him up with 'loud and colorful' or simply agreeing to claiming a table for them was up for debate.

Why not both?

She gave him another sly smile before she stepped away from him, setting off to find an open table with a definite sway to her hips.