K’rin snorted. “Rugs are for delicate people. And I am not delicate.” He proved his point by getting a better grip on her and moving her legs, rocking back and then forward to climb awkwardly to his feet. She clung to him immediately and drew a chuckle from him. “I think I might be starting to love you too, I can’t think of anyone else who would go up against A’ver for me. Which is the most idiotic idea I’ve heard in some time. I don’t think having this sort of conversation is something we should do while you’re so drunk, you’re not thinking clearly.”
He started walking towards the bedroom. He was too tired to hold her long and it was just awkward to be doing so, even if her alcohol-soaked mind didn’t think so. “Speaking of, what were you thinking, drinking so much in the first place? Running out to the lake where there is nothing but moonlight? You or Imogen could have drowned.”