Oh, yes, her mouth was definitely shut, and if her lips were soft by nature, the rest of her was rigid at the moment. She may have been used to drawing attention from people, but that didn't mean that she was an object to be used or put on display in public. Balthier had more sense than to think that. Normally. But tonight the captain had had one drink too many, and for that, he would be sleeping on the metaphorical couch.
"Then I will alert him," Fran said calmly, but in a tone that hinted at just how ruffled she was. Her hand reached for Balthier's wrist, wanting to apply enough pressure to make sure that he left the phone where it was. "And I'll overlook your indiscretion if you let me do as I planned." Enough of his trickery! And any more of that stuff, and he would be left to his own devices at the bar this night.