Not commenting on his slip, Romi couldn't help her wry smile and her eyes slitting just the smallest bit. Was she making him nervous? Oh, this could be fun. She reach delicately for his glass and took it out of his hand, "Mind if I taste?" She asked, her tongue darting out to swipe at her bottom lip at just the thought of the taste of the whiskey. Without waiting for his answer, she brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip - savoring the taste she closed her eyes and took her time. "That is good whiskey," she said, enjoying the burn in the back of her throat.
"I write books you know, but I doubt you've heard of them." She wrote under an assumed name, and nothing had been published yet anyway, but she liked to bring up the subject, mostly because her fiction was so... scandalous.