Only slightly discouraged, Verity grinned wickedly. She reached out and grabbed her glass, taking a long swig, then slipping back up against him. A part of her argued that this was a Very Bad Idea, but the rest of her was just so frustrated by the constant flirting and touching and driven by the alcohol that she almost didn't care anymore. "Well," she breathed, pressing her lips close to his ear. "I've heard," she dropped her hand onto his leg above his knee and slowly inched it up the tiniest bit. "That your cock is bigger than George's."