Since he didn't pull his arm away, she saw no reason to pull away her fingers. She matched his amused look with a startled, but impish grin. Musetta certainly didn't care where this ended up, and that's, perhaps, what kept her so laid back about it all. As her new drink was pushed her way, she grabbed it and sipped it thoughtfully. "Try me and we'll see," she mused into her glass.
"Though I believe it's the latter, I'm afraid. The more drunk I become the less likely I am to delve into deep conversations, but I would hope that my actions and reactions more than make up for it."
Though she had such a fluid outlook on good and evil, perhaps by social standards, she was feeling decidedly less than good tonight.