It's impossible to miss the shift in Iago's body language. Did she unknowingly mention something that brings him pain? Bring up a similar memory that haunts him? It's easy for the rogue to assume the worst in any situation, and she struggles not to do so now. He didn't say anything aloud, and Amelia knows better than most that prying at wounds someone is ignoring can only make things worse. A frown tugs at her lips briefly as he drinks, though she's schooled her expression into something more neutral when he sets his glass down again. It seems best to simply let it be than to mention it.

"They would appreciate the toast, were I able to pass it to them." A truth, if a slightly unpleasant one. Amelia's determined not to linger on the subject, though, and after a sip of wine she manages a pleasant smile for the man sitting across from her. "They might wonder at how I found myself at a table drinking wine with a complete stranger, though. I usually refuse to sit alone with anyone over a drink, even if I know my companion's name." Winking across the table, she helps helps herself to one more sip of wine before setting her glass aside. "Let's correct this error in manners? My name is Amelia, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."


((Oh my. O.O Thanks for the heads up! Much appreciated as Amelia walks on eggshells a bit. She's going to try her best not to cause any further upset. >>;; ))