(Instead of his lips, her own will find his neck, since he turned his head away as to avoid another. Listen, he is an asshole. Many would call him a cold-blooded despicable monster, but he has limits and lines that he just doesn't cross...

Because it doesn't interest him very much at all.

Delicately, he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear when he faces her again, an apologetic smile on his lips before he can give the situation to her assessment.)

You've been drugged. If when you're sober you still want that, we can look into it. Right now, though?

(He allows his jacket to slide off his shoulders, draping them around hers.)

I'm gonna keep an eye on you.