[it's an intriguing scent, one she can only put somewhat to rights, truthfully. it would be distracting enough even were she not comfortably fuzzy-headed. like this, Tyki can probably tell that she's not completely gone - but that he certainly has more of an in than he would have before.

after all, it's hard not to notice the way he looks at her, the way his tongue moves a comfortable, strange distraction.]

Well, normally there would be a measure of thought, I imagine...?

[her fingers tap her drink and she takes another slow sip, nursing the drink where he relishes the burn of his.]

... Do you often want to kiss those you've just met, Tyki?

[for a moment, as she looks up to him, her head tilts and her cheek rests on her knuckles.]