Oh- oh that's probably what he should've done just then. In his head, he could make these sorts of encounters into something very suave and amazing, and then in real life he ended up dicking it up, in the bad way. But she had just kissed him, which kind of indicated she wasn't about to flounce away.
Avery blinked and stared at Lyra when she broke the kiss, and then leaned in to kiss her again, still holding onto his glass with once hand. He really really wanted her to stay the night. Like, a lot. "Are we going to-" he began, before stopping himself before he said something stupid.