Ari felt the tiniest bit of stiffness in reaction to what her lips and teeth were doing, which, as far as she was concerned, meant she really ought to do a little better. She didn't want tiny, barely noticeable reactions -- she wanted Aspel to really think about letting her at that zipper.
Accordingly, she redoubled her efforts, the nuzzles turning to kisses interspersed with nips. She answered in a murmur, lips still pressed against the other woman's skin. "It is definitively so." She was rather proud of herself for getting five syllables out, really. Clearly she was more than sober enough for some limited amount of thought.
Her eyes had to remain closed, though, as the world continued to spin. She was very glad she would not have to navigate the stairs.
"We shall be there soon, I am sure," she said by way of answer; she would not be surprised if the tavern were already in sight even now, though she dared not peek and see. Once they were no longer ambulatory, it would be much better. Still, they should be arriving any minute, and once they were upstairs...
"You may need to help me into your -- my -- the tunic," she finally managed. She had gotten quite accustomed to sleeping in Aspel's borrowed tunic -- still living in one of her drawers after all this time -- when the other woman stayed the night. "Unless you prefer to dispense with it altogether."