Adrian grinned around the kiss. Success! But then no, not at all, not even remotely. Her rejection made him wilt around the edges.
"Not even the common courtesy to leave a guy a little drink?" He called after her, glancing forlornly at the empty bottle. He suddenly realized how tired he was, to go from very drunk, to very aroused, to very disappointed. He'd have a hangover tomorrow and nothing good to think about instead.
Or maybe he'd attack something on his way home. That might cheer him up nicely. Oh well. Fucking typical mudblood cocktease. He should have known.