Kingsley finished his glass and set it down on a coaster on the coffee table near them. A happy smile was on his face, and he pulled over a small blanket that would make sure she was warm enough. Even a bit buzzed, Kings knew she hadn't had as much and thus might be too cold or get too cold. Summoning over the bottle, he rested it nearby. "And you are a beautiful woman who accepts and works with my tendencies. That's rarer than you might think." It wasn't as romantic, perhaps, but it was quite honest.