Under the reign of Duke's cooking, Octavia's figure had been filling out again. So, there was more to look at, and she wasn't deathly pale anymore.

He was welcome.

Also Octavia skipped her eyeroll in favor of just a very deliberate dip of her own gaze from his face to his chest, just to said she'd noticed his five seconds.

"Sure," she said then, reaching for the brandy, "thanks."