Solin looks similarly excited - the color hasn't left his face, and it's in a flash that his own wine is set down. He reaches out, taking delicate, soft hands in his slender, dexterous, work-worn ones. His eyes sparkle, his smile utterly smitten.

"I thought you would never ask," he breathes - and now that he's sure of where they both of them stand, resting a polite little kiss on the back of Herbert's left hand.

"...And I'm not just being flowery, I - thought I was the only one here. I genuinely didn't think you would ask."