It didn't take too long for some of the richer colour to drain back from Sabine's face, though her giggling resumed rather quickly. She had to cover her mouth to keep her from spraying wine between her teeth. It burned slightly up her nose instead. She had to stop to cough and swallow some more, silencing them both for a moment.

When she recovered, she looked up at Colours and tried to speak, desperately making syllables over the laughter that bubbled up again. "You would be a very beautiful princess, I can imag-" she couldn't even finish that without closing her eyes and surrendering to laughter. The wine was very strong. "Little dress..." she managed through her mirth. Every other attempt was unintelligible.

Sabine threw herself against the back of her seat and arced her head upwards. She recovered after a few moments of mental strain. When she raised her head level again, she shot Colours a sly smile and a retort. "It does not sound like you need to be me. You sleep with countesses. I cannot do that with magic." She punctuated her last sentence by lifting one hand and wiggling her fingers. They glowed with some unknown half-formed green spell that fizzled out as quickly as it appeared. "Actually, I might. That would be misbehav-i-hi-hi..." She was set off into laughter again.