There's a subtle shudder at the scrape of teeth against his skin. The slow grin and darkening, hooded gaze that crosses Jesper's features is something Kaz has likely seen across the Crow Club's halls--but it would be a new experience feeling the ghost of the attraction that goes with it.

"He's not going to like you dancing around the question like that." He murmurs, arms casually sliding around Noah as he finds his lap suddenly occupied. He's half curious about the drink himself--but he doubts Noah's going to just hand out a solid answer.

"You all right, Kaz?"