[He shifts reluctantly in the doorway because she's not making this easy.]
Are you?
[Mox sighs a little and pushes off the doorway, moving toward the bed and it takes a lot for him to refrain from actually climbing onto it because fuck she's on a silver platter, pretty much.]
How much did you drink today, babe? Because we both know who you want to be here right now and we both know it isn't me.