The Baron wasn't about to give her more alcohol, it would only make him feel as if she had no consent in the matter. There may be another time he would be inclined to have drinks with her, but not tonight. Not in her distress, and part of him knew that this was a means to make herself feel better after a night with another worthless creep.
She was pressed up against him before he could blink, and in that small whisper he couldn't say no. His heart was pounding so fast, his hands sliding into her hair, cupping her head and pressing his lips to hers.