She had such an easy laugh (it didn’t slide through his conscience like Lust's did) that made him want to laugh too, and he mirrored her for a moment, propping his chin on his hand and smiling back at her. “Okay? I’m great, today’s great, are you great? You’ll be greater with a drink - a margarita?” He thought that was what she’d said, as he dug through his memory. Margarita was definitely in there somewhere but he was also quite stuck on baby. And quite stuck on the curve of her breast pressing against her dress. The fabric was quite thin - he could…
Make her a drink, Much, he told himself. Drinks! That’s what he was here for, drinks. And maybe later… but first drinks! “Frozen or shaken?”