Lysander shook his head, "No.. I would have started drinking if I didn't feel this way, Amandine.. Darling.." he stopped only inches from her face, wanting so bad to kiss her. But he stopped. "I will prove it to you."
Turning away from her, he walked to the tray of food she had brought for him and ate. If he ate, he wouldn't feel as drunk anymore.. and she would know then.