Valkyrie bit her bottom lip as she leaned back to look at him, her brow raised. It wasn't the worst kiss ever, and she was actually very curious to see if they could do better. Her head tilted slightly.
"Yes, Ben?" She shifted a little, still keeping steady contact against him. "Was it not pleasing?" She had had many years to "perfect" her technique if she had one, especially when she was drunk. Or perhaps only when she was drunk perhaps heavily tipsy? Her hand lifted to his jaw, tracing along it.
"I think we could do much better." Drunk, tipsy, didn't matter. "Don't you?"