That smile. If ever there were a smile that could launch a thousand ships it would have looked just like Fell's. Pleased, with little cherubic upturns at the corners of his lips, and hiding some unspoken truth that he knew would make him seem all the more charming if it were kept unsaid. It was very reminiscent of the Mona Lisa's. That classic sense of beauty and mystery all wound together in a prim package.

And it was certainly enough to make Anthony want to do anything in his power to please the man though he tried to play that off as coolly as possible by not diving across the room to snatch the basket the instant the request was made. Instead he walked over casually to collect it and took his slow time to stroll his way back to the blanket where the basket of goodies could be set in the center and unpacked at their leisure. Anthony sat beside it, his long legs all tucked up underneath him like the coils of a snake.

"I must have been blind that first time we met," Anthony finally stated after several quiet moments of watching Fell's struggles with the wine bottle with the keenest of interest. "You're practically glowing. I... can't imagine how I didn't notice that before."