Goodness, that actually sounds a bit like a joke from her for a change. Fate chuckles softly. "We could check if it was. Have a night with Twisted Fate. Really, it should be a duty. I like being preoccupied that way. Likely to cause less trouble, too."
At long last, he finally takes his trousers and places them on, sparing her of any further nudity.
"I assure you if I was looking, it wouldn't immediately be from you. But I'll oblige; I'm certain there's something left." The smile he wears is a bit more warm; it's harder to be completely cold to her after two rolls in bed.
The elf turns away; after a bit of searching, he plucks a bottle up from the floor, peering at it curiously. Enough for a few swigs, from the looks of it.
"It might keep you occupied, but I'm fairly sure it would keep
everyone else distracted," She replied, finally endevouring to look at him
now that he had some form of clothes on, and - Nope. Still way more
attractive than he had any right to be. Was that the effect of falling to
her weakness twice in a row, or if that had been the weakness in the first
place, or if it was because she wasn't currently a ball of fury that was
unable to look at the world in any shade save red.
Whatever it was, it made her clear her throat, reach out, take the bottle -
and a swig - and then hand it back.
"Fine. Next time, in a state where I'm not black out drunk." That was a
compliment, right? Sort of?
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At long last, he finally takes his trousers and places them on, sparing her of any further nudity.
"I assure you if I was looking, it wouldn't immediately be from you. But I'll oblige; I'm certain there's something left." The smile he wears is a bit more warm; it's harder to be completely cold to her after two rolls in bed.
The elf turns away; after a bit of searching, he plucks a bottle up from the floor, peering at it curiously. Enough for a few swigs, from the looks of it.
"Ladies first," he muses, offering it to her.
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"It might keep you occupied, but I'm fairly sure it would keep everyone else distracted," She replied, finally endevouring to look at him now that he had some form of clothes on, and - Nope. Still way more attractive than he had any right to be. Was that the effect of falling to her weakness twice in a row, or if that had been the weakness in the first place, or if it was because she wasn't currently a ball of fury that was unable to look at the world in any shade save red.
Whatever it was, it made her clear her throat, reach out, take the bottle - and a swig - and then hand it back.
"Fine. Next time, in a state where I'm not black out drunk." That was a compliment, right? Sort of?
Or probably just a confession.
Those were the same things, really.