Never feeling particularly clever, she always appreciated pulling one over on somebody. The head shake and the chuckle both pointed to the fact that he'd actually been convinced that she had a weird tick, and she barked out a laugh, shaking her head. Did she really seem quite that spastic? She was going to have to try again elsewhere, see if she could convince a younger student that maybe that was a side effect of her power. It was well meaning mischief, so she couldn't see the harm in it. Though she could also see that she might get a stern talking to from someone on account of it.
"Shot glasses? You measure? What a waste of clean dishes. Though I like this delivery service. Might keep you around for that reason alone." His looks were spectacular. She didn't know many people who were quite so expressive while actually doing so little. It was probably one of her favorite things about him. When he poured the shots, however, light dawned, and she grinned. "Ooh, I like your style, James. Well played. Double trouble. Well deserved. We did well this evening." She was perfectly willing to give herself a pat on the back for the flying.
Picking up the shot glass in one hand, the Bailey's in the other to dump some into her coffee, she raised her shot glass. "To me." She slammed back the shot in a gulp, though she did let it pass over her tongue as she wanted to taste it. Shaking her head, setting the bottle of alcohol down, she let out a satisfied heave of breath. "Damn, that is pretty good. Hit me again? Or are you going to cut me off and hurl my ass off the building again? Is this the equivalent of me getting treats for attempting tricks?"