Arms crossed over his again, swirling a now empty glass in her hand, and she leaned back once more, resting the back of her neck against his shoulder, lips crooked back in that devious, devious smirk. Her voice was just as low as if perhaps, they were sharing a secret, and maybe there was even that teasing, mocking tone that laced her words.
"Does it?" She laughed quietly again. "I'm not surprised at all. Poor thing looks like he'd pass out after the first drink. Maybe he's not grown enough for aisu-aisu then~"