"You take those shots and see how well you think on your feet," she retorted, but the smile in her eyes betrayed the harsh tone she tried to effect. Eyes that had shifted to a jade green, almost unnaturally bright. "I see. A city boy," she teased. "Don't worry, I'll save you." She tilted her head then, "I love being around people. And there are plenty of people around. Clans, tribes, families, creatures and races that populate the woods. It's not all berries and plants," she explained.
Lyn nodded, the movement was more exaggerated because it felt pleasant as things seemed to move slower. "Yes. Overwhelming," she agreed. It was getting harder to think on her feet. Literally. It's a good thing she hadn't gotten anything else or she might have brought herself just over that edge of happily tipsy. "Good," she said, lifting her chin. "Because I'm quite comfortable...." She glanced over his shoulder, and smiled, "...and I'm not entirely sure I could fight my way out without tripping over something or someone." The press of bodies was still intense.
In her present state, Lyn took what he said literally. "You mean me?" She blinked, her expression half-horrified, half-embarrassed. She'd given herself away. At the mention of her skin however, a faint blush touched her cheeks, though she was already flushed from drinking and dancing. Thank goodness for small favors. She closed her eyes a moment as his fingers brush her cheek, her stomach tightening. "It...affects different people in different ways." It was the most diplomatic way to explain.