Allumin is delighted to have found a kindred spirit in Margaery, at least in this regard. His face mirrors hers with enthusiasm and nods of his own, clear in that he absolutely understands that feeling entirely. All lingering nervousness seems to melt away at this point, much to even his own surprise but it's not an unwelcome one.

At the latter question, his cheeks redden a touch.

"I prefer blue usually, but yes -," he says, cheeks reddening even further as he continues, "a-and I will have you know that everyone was perfectly respectable and focused during the work day at least." The ones he remembers, anyway. In any case, the implications that the nights were rowdy, on the other hand, are very present in the way he sips at his wine with a brief glance aside.