She was practically melting into a puddle of goo in his hands when a man's voice broke through her thoughts, ruining the moment. Then Terry's lips were gone, making her pout some, as she nearly snapped back that the man wouldn't even know what to do in a room if he ever found himself in a similar situation, but the speaker could not be found. "Bugger," she whispered. That had been quite rude to interrupt a kiss.
Tossing her head, she smiled at the man who had his hand against the small of her back. "I'd like that. Though I suppose a rational side of me is saying that I've had enough to drink, but it's Halloween. It's time to be not as you are, so I dare not be rational. Another drink would be lovely."