It wouldn't have taken much for her to pluck the pipe from his mouth, but it would have been rude. She hesitated there behind the bar for a moment and just watched him with both of her eyes. The wine may have been fogging her mind, messing with her. That's why she didn't drink. She wanted to laugh, no, she wanted to feel.. something besides the empty parts in her chest. The voids left after the breaking as they called it. The destruction, as she called it sometimes, had ruined her entire life. But Bahamut, for whatever reason, saw to it that she was given another.
One that she was now threating by being so close, but closer still she got, though she kept her head back from the pipe in his mouth.
Was she making him uncomfortable?
A hand reached out and found his shoulder then slid down to his arm, slowly.