"No, I will do it," Noctis said because Russell was making it sound like he was a wuss or something for backing out of the dare. Noctis' pride wouldn't take the insult lightly.
The weredragon got up from his spot on the couch and moved his way over to Russell. He crawled into his lap, straddling it, before he took the whine glass. "So you don't drop it." Taking a breath he leaned in and captured Russell's lips in a heated kiss.