Well, if she was going to make him drink, he certainly had no problems obeying. And he certainly had no problems with her straddling him, or talking to him, or hell- anything. She was like the completely fuckable stepsister he'd never had, which was a thought that really only could have come out of 4chan. But it was true, in a way, she was a lot like him, but she was so much more- assertive, and very awe-inspiring.
He took a swig of the drink, several, in fact, and grinned back up at her. A hand coming to rest on her hip, although gently.
"Let's play with them. Baby steps, you know. I'm only nine."