“Hey,” Ninkasi said defensively, “you're the one who needed elaboration when I said I was okay in the first place and just happened to be getting a little... warm.” Even defensive she was still smiling, because she knew him far too long at this point to get upset about any of this. “You have no idea to what degree I self-censor every day and the sheer volume of pervy thoughts just swirling around up in my noggin all damn day every day.”
She took a sip from her martini and grinned over the rim. “The fact that I don't blow your phone up with filthy texts is a testament to the modicum of restraint I actually have, you know. It just dissipates the more drunk I am.” Then, she scowled at her glass. “Thankfully, this is mostly vermouth and olive brine. Blech.” A constant reminder to slow the heck down until normal sobriety levels have returned.
“Look, if it helps... keep an eye out for Reshi.. who is wearing all gold... somewhere. And later, I'll tell you why I'm avoiding her like I do prom queens and schnapps.” She punctuated that with a smile and nod.