That was sort of adorably naïve that if she hadn't been digging in the fridge, moving things around -she already had the beef set aside and was just hunting for the cheese, she would have been temped to pinch his cheek. The fact that he thought if fantasies of any sort were involved that an attempt to desensitize them away by just hanging around each other naked was going to work without the horizontal mambo happening at some point was adorable and proved that he really didn't have much experience with women. Because, they drank together. Booze did things involving lowering inhibitions. Ninkasi knew this better than probably most everyone else ever could.
Frustrations would peak at some point, even if not visibly so, alcohol would be consumed, sexy times would happen, it would get really awkward later and... then what? It was so cute that he thought it wouldn't. “Where the hell is the cheese?” she muttered, and grabbed the ground beef, the mustard and ketchup and set those out first. Then bent back over to search. There was so many bottles of stuff in her fridge -mostly beer creations related, that finding things sometimes took some time.
“I'm not worried about fantasies screwing shit up. Sex screws shit up. Well, correction, improperly worded expectations, lies and bad sex screw shit up.” There was a clanging of a few bottles as she shifted things around. “And anyone, if they've ever told you that there's no such thing as bad sex, is a chauvinist pig, or is a lying liar who can just lie in their corner of lies... ah, found it..” A bit more clanging as she rearranged what had been moved. “There's no such thing as a bad orgasm. But bad sex, yes. Bad sex... you can ruin a marriage with that.”
She held out a block of cheese at him, “here, can you slice this for me, please...”