At the return compliment, Regina blinked once, the lazy flutter of her lashes over her eyes too slow to be anything but deliberate. She smiled, too, in pleasure at being appreciated, even if he wasn't looking right now, just reciting what he saw as facts. On some level, that was even more flattering, that he didn't have to be looking to know he felt that way.

Then again, she did like when he looked at her and was overcome, too. It might make her a terrible feminist (not that anyone had ever actually thought of her as a feminist other than the mere fact of her holding masculine-style authority), but she liked to be beautiful for her mate. And she enjoyed dressing for his attention. Something she looked forward to doing more of in time to come.

"Witches like chopped organ meats," she replied mildly, rolling her tongue behind her teeth as she balanced her plate. "Now, where were we? Something you want, yes? Since we're eating, things you like--in bed, out of bed, about me, anything that's about us is fair game."