That left him with his drink still in hand, which he was happy to keep. It was good whiskey, and he liked the soft burn as it settled through his body. He took another small sip, enjoying more than just the way the whiskey made him feel. She smelled good. Some might not think the scent of leather and whiskey could be arousing, but when it wafted around someone like her, it was ambrosia.

He smiled and propped his head up on his hand, arm against the back of the couch as he turned to her. "Need a place to sleep?"



[ooc: No worries at all. Take your time and play when you want to, not because you feel obligated. :)]