His closeness made her heart race as she stared down at him, though he really wasn't that much shorter than she was. And she made a point not to bother with heels for a reason. His hands got so much of her attention that his nose against her neck was quite a shock. She ran her fingers through his hair as she struggled to make her brain function just then. With his closeness and her moderate drunkenness. The obvious answer would be to answer the call of the wild: to strip off her clothing and bare herself to him so he could take her on the couch.
But something told her that that wasn't quite the answer to the problem, much less what he'd be looking for. "Well," she started, her mind lingering on things that Witch Weekly seemed to offer, but hadn't yet put into play the cause and effect. "I think that if the alternative to fighting is whatever you have in mind, I might be interested." It wasn't that they hadn't snogged before. But she could and couldn't keep her cool in her current state. And the desire to giggle kept welling up in her. Like the urge to blurt the answers in class when she was a first year.