She smiles more freely, this time slightly abashed. She knows she is older than Wolfgang, by some years, and she only need look at him to know; and yet, sometimes she just doesn't feel that way at all. "Well, good," she allows, scratching long white fingers through her hair as she tips a look back down to her tea, before bringing it up to sip from, although not before adding; "Next time I'll set out wine instead of tea."