[ Even though she's not looking at him, a smile finds her lips when he says that he gets clingy of all things. There's something adorable about it, and although it seems out of character for what people know about him, there's also something about the idea that doesn't entirely surprise her. Her eyes drift back up to his face, and he's cute, the heat in his cheeks echoing that of his hair, and there's a soft laugh on her tongue as she presses a cool-lipped kiss to his cheek. ]

Don't fight me for saying this, but it sounds kind of cute. [ A grin lights the corners of her mouth. ] I'd be lying if I said I'm not interested in seeing you like that.

[ And strangely, there's something that relaxes her about him saying that he doesn't judge people. Especially knowing that he must have seen her arguing— and then making out— with some of the other patrons. It's enough to help her relax a little with the idea of confessing her own drunken sins, giving him embarrassment fodder too even though she's sure he already knows at least some of it: ]

As for me, I... I suppose I go the opposite. I get angry, and— [ okay this is harder to say than she thought it would be ] —I'll just say it's easy to rile me up. I'm sure that... well, I suppose you would have seen me leave the Angel's Share with people before.

[ Men most of the time... a woman once or twice. Always angry, always rough. ]