Whether it was because of the alcohol or because Blaise was so close to him, making his mind move slowly, a thought had only half-formed in Theodore's mind, the reasoning behind asking the question. There had been a reason for it, but it was difficult to remember what it was, especially once Blaise's mouth was on his.
The soft brush just made him tilt his head up, wanting, fingers tightening in Blaise's shirt. Then, mm, he was kissing him, tasting alcohol and the very faintest, tiniest hint of chlorine, or maybe that was just a scent in his nose from having fallen in the pool. But the taste of Blaise's mouth, dark and heady, quickly overwhelmed everything else.
It wasn't until the thought had fully formed that he broke the kiss, pulling away just slightly, even though he really didn't want to. But once it had gotten into his head, it wouldn't go away.
"So," he said, "this isn't still part of your assignment, then?"
His voice was light, except for the fact that it had gotten a little rougher, from the kiss. He wouldn't be angry, or particularly surprised, if that was the case, though he didn't think it was. He just wanted to know.