Even so, it's better if our balances are even. [She holds the martini glass to the side, fingers of her free hand curling around his tie to tug him forward. Another shift in his lap -- purposeful? -- as she leans in, lips quirking just before they meet his. Slick with drink, her mouth slides over his, her tongue lazily flickering over his lip. She can kiss him like this because they both know there's nothing more to it, just a bit of the aesthetics she knows he likes. And she's been teasing him, so it's only fair.]
[Pulling back, not having spilled a drip of the drink, she releases him and says without missing a beat,] Who do I remind you of?