Wonderful, he thought but did not say aloud as he was trying to be sneaky. Wine was a very good thing. He moved slowly and carefully, creeping along like he was pure ninja. Mirza waited just around the corner, watching her prepare. When it looked like she wouldn't be using knives for anything soon, he continued to sneak along into the kitchen - his steps were very silent, practiced to be that way. So it wasn't until he put his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck that he said anything, "No, I don't mind. whatever you feel like."