Everything's good. Qebhet ran her teeth over her bottom lip, still tingling from the kiss. "Yes," she said softly. "And... no." She didn't drop her gaze from his this time, and her lips curved into a small, regretful smile.
"I think... I think perhaps I had... a little much to drink. And..." And Much deserved a wholehearted yes just as much as she did, and she couldn't find that within herself tonight, with her head gently swimming and every second-guessing thought floating like river-weeds to the surface.
They were still so close, Qebhet could feel his breath feather-light against her skin. So close, it was no effort at all to take his face in her hands and brush another kiss to his lips, chaste but lingering. She drew back, letting her hands fall. "But... I am glad I came here tonight."