"Remind me when I'm sober. I am a dreadful artist, but I might even do illustrations." The idea was, in her current state, incredibly amusing; she spent several moments giggling uncontrollably as she imagined, in vivid detail, exactly what she might draw and how.
"Fit the key in the lock?" Ari prompted when Aspel stopped speaking mid-sentence. Another kiss, just a bit higher, before she added a very amused, "I am certain you can manage." In several ways, really.
She shook the small bag again, sending its contents clinking and rattling. "If you wish for me to try," she said, "you will have to set me down -- and prop me up." As long as she could aim the key well enough, she could probably manage eventually. "Alternately," she added, "we could lie down here on this very lovely landing and distress the neighbors."