Not that she'd really go around sullying his name, or anyone else's, over anything so silly. But Steph's mouth can run away with her when she gets comfortable, perhaps too comfortable, and not too terribly ladylike. For the faint amusement without the laughter, her smile is a little forced, her head ducked for a moment in slight admonishment to herself.

Be a lady. Don't be crass. Don't be too familiar.

Even if the man across from her is familiar in so many ways.

She looks up in time for the toast and smiles again, a softer, sweeter thing. Her glass is lifted with his, offered for a clink.

"To a good man," Steph adds, then grins a little wistfully. "To a good person."