"I heal instantly. Wouldn't have bothered me none," he jokes. "Besides, I can float."

And who wouldn't want to dance with someone who could lift your feet off the ground, right?

But the sentiment slips aside with the suggestion. That's a lot more than he thought he could get away with, even if she's not made any gestures towards putting him off. You know. Generally the safest conclusion to jump to is a no.

"Been a couple of lifetimes."

What was the right, sane way to do this? A slow lean in? A brush of lips? Ur pushes in the back of his head. It's been offered, so he takes. One hand abruptly at her shoulder, the other at the back of her head, glass completely abandoned as he drags her in for a hungry and aggressive kiss. Shared flavor of alcohol on their breath as he's immediately ravenous, clawing for affection like a starving man.