"Yeah, I'm getting the impression it isn't, and I am not nearly drunk enough to talk sexual positions with you," she said with a laugh. She was in a chatty mood, especially now that they were talking normally again, and just blithely continued. "Look Arron, I know you've got your heart set on being the second guy I let between my legs, but we've discussed this. I can't abide being with someone who doesn't want to be with just me. My fragile ego can't handle that." It was blunt and a little cheeky, but true.
"Well, shit," Aria repeatedly in a dazed tone, obviously not expecting that. She shifted in his arms to make herself more comfortable, a slight grin on her face. "Just don't lose those shoes, alright? They're new, Ben helped me pick them out." What she had wanted to say made her cheeks flame up, causing her to lean her head against his shoulder to hide her embarrassment. "I could get used to this whole 'traveling by being carried everywhere' thing, but you'd probably get sick of my mouth and drop me somewhere."