Verity raises an eyebrow and hesitates before lifting her glass to clink it against his. She's not sure she wants to find out. "One way or the other." He can try and play Cupid if he likes, but not even Hawkeye could hit a target as small as this; Reynard might remember he tried.

He shouldn't say things like that while she's drinking, wine up the nose is no fun. At least she manages not to spit it out. "I'd be happy to help you find her, and to dance with either or both of you whenever you like." Dancing, at least, is easy to talk her into.