Oh. God. Did those words just happen? His breath stutters a little at the press of her leg against his, solid and warm and pleasant. His face feels hot from drinking, which can only mean he should grab for his glass now, right?

"Well, yeah. In my wilder days." He's certainly not about that in his current circle of friends. "Can you imagine it now? My abs would just get jealous and leave me." The tiniest of smug little smiles edges into the corner of his mouth to stay as the glass gets put down again.

What was she supposed to say? He never asked back and now he's dying to know, but somehow questions like that only seem invasive when he directs them. From her it was endearing, actually.