Do You See these Thoughts I'm Thinking

He didn't miss her slight hesitation in answering him, though he doubted he could blame her. He had his own encounters with alcohol and watched the slavers he had been under inebriate themselves. Rhyme couldn't blame her reasons either, after living such a life he commended her for not drinking herself to death. He might have if he was in her place.

Rhyme decided he couldn't ask a deeper question, she already seemed uncomfortable enough. Though she has relaxed easily into his side, and as he offered a kiss pushed herself heavily into his fur. He smiled contentedly, and not just because of the cannabis. She pushed closer and he shifted to be able to pull her closer to him. He breathed in her scent and wanted to be so much closer. Rhyme nuzzled her tattered ears, kissing the scared stubs and soft fur behind.

"Do you want to drink, with me?" he asked softly with his muzzle so close to her ears. He felt a tingle in his gut as he asked, remembering vaguely his last drunkscapade with Shaye.