The intoxication was waning, but still there. Making tangents run wild. But that tangent certainly got put back on track the moment his fingers toyed with her button. Teeth claimed her lower lip, and then scratched over it. Did she want?
Without hesitation. "Yes." The next question was why? Did she truly want him in her pants? Or to relieve herself from the soaked part that wrapped her calves. Let this unfold. If it led further then it would. If not, then no harm done.