Then ever so slightly, he lifted his left hand that carried a glass of white wine, leisurely bringing it to his mouth. His eyes remained locked with hers. Esme watched as he swallowed quickly, darting out his tongue to lick his pink lips. Her breathing hitched as his eyebrows narrowed together, gazing at her in admiration. Her heels wobbled against the marble floor, and she gripped onto Scorpius's hand in support.