"Seth," he returned her greeting. His eyes were filled with wonder at the sight of her. There was something simple yet regal about her. However, Seth snapped from his lost stare quickly to where she might not have noticed his entranced gaze, and immediately offered up the wine bottle in hand. "House warming gift for the lovely lady. I mean, the lady of love."

No, he meant lovely lady. The self correction held no apology in tone or body language. If it were possible to display teasing in a smirk, that was what formed on his lips--the mischief meeting his eyes. Seth randomly slid his free hand down the front of his suit as if to smooth out the tie underneath his jacket.

"For you to enjoy how you see fit, Goddess. From the throne of revelry."

She more than easily met his eyes with her stature, prompting Seth to straighten his posture and stand up straighter. He didn't have a Napoleon complex but always thought women weren't interested in men that they had to look down on whether figuratively or literally. He most assuredly did not want Diana to look down on him.

"I'd be happy to stay and open up that bad boy for ya, or I can be about my business if you've got no time for a little fun right now." The way he spoke, it would have seemed if he playfully winked along with his words but Seth managed to flirt without the overture.