It's not his first time meeting an illusionist, but he still has to steel himself not to jump. It's a good thing he had warning, with the wine. He doesn't care for people sneaking up behind him. 

Then he turns and sees her. 

Oh. 

His mouth goes suddenly dry. 

...He inclines his head. "Good evening," what do you actually call a lady you don't know? He's always been introduced, er, "madam." Ah, the hell with it, magicking people's drinks is probably a breach of etiquette anyway. "I don't suppose you can do whisky?"

The corner of her mouth quirks at his momentary hesistance. He's out of his depth, and trying not to be. Not trying hard enough, though. He doesn't care nearly enough. 

What a relief. 

Mischief shines in her eyes as she flutters long, elegant fingers and the liquid in his glass ripples. The fumes coming from it are now much stronger, and it's the rich spicy scent of the dwarven stuff. She smiles, tugging momentarily at her bottom lip with her teeth. 

"Have a taste," she says, her voice pitched invitingly soft. 

...He doesn't really care to be told what to do, but-

He drinks. 

"Oh." 

It's... now that he pays attention to it, now that he knows, it's not quite like what drinking whisky is really like. It's closer to how he imagines it, how he remembers it. Like what whisky is supposed to be like, not how it actually is. 

"That is... most impressive. Thank you." Gods, she's beautiful - and magic that delicate is a sign of some skill, he knows that much. 

He tilts his head and his eyes glitter in the light from the chandeliers. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure."

She smiles at him, her necklace glittering where it is studded with rubies and opals. "No, but you would have had it inevitably at some point. Master Wizard Jasmine Desai."

Jasmine sketches a bow that reminds him of the flourish of a player at the end of a play, soaking up adoration for their performance. 

"I owe Lord Ambrose a favour, and so find myself back here, to tend to your, ah," she waves a hand for a subtle acoustic bubble around them, "scaly little problem."

He is so very, very handsome. She'd been hoping to find Bénédict Bridgerton to see if he's just as rakish after all these years, but... The Duke has snagged her attention already.