She struggled not to laugh at him, honestly; somehow she thought whatever courage had propelled him this far would entirely desert him at that point. "You know," she said in a teasing voice as the wine was brought and poured, "I'm starting to think you may be doing this out of obligation. Believe me, if you suddenly decide you don't want to kiss me, and would rather sit here, drink this wine, then go home, I won't be offended. Although I was under the impression that you liked me. Don't you?" Of course she had a sneaking suspicion that the answer was a little too much, but he would have it out of his system in no time, she was certain. She was not the type he could or would remain attached to for long. What was a little kiss between friends?
At least he wasn't worried about his precious reputation. And that was not a thought to be having when trying to do a favor for a friend. Although the thought of yanking him upstairs held appeal right at this moment - and although she was nearly certain he'd come along for the adventure - she had promised Drake not to break him. She sipped her wine and waited for him to gather his wits about him and respond.