During the explanation of her response, she was only vaguely aware of Balthier taking to the third bottle he had brought. She glanced towards the one she had set down, and it was only halfway gone (or full depending on your perception) and she had no intention of draining it any further. This was her threshold, and she didn't want to cross it.
The teasing grin that he offered her, brought her a similar light. However, when he rose to his paws, she immediately craned her neck with a curious yet interested glint to her expression. Normally her better judgment would have elicited a response founded in hesitance at the first contact- perhaps out of shyness or sheepishness. And while she had always imagined herself as a free spirit with fairly lucid standards, those hard edges were blurred through the lens of their drinks in this particular moment. As his larger frame encompassed hers, it was a reflex to lean into his gesture out of the comfort it offered. And while she was already warm from the fire and the spirits, the heat from his breath on her neck left her skin tingling- craving more. The autumn fae tilted her head back into his shoulder, that playful grin returning momentarily as his words registered. "There are certainly worse qualities to have." She assured Balthier, allowing her face to tilt towards his.
Kiliaen gently leaned away then, only to allow her own muzzle to rest in the crook of his shoulder for a moment, before slowly lowering herself to the ground where they sat- willing her company to stay awhile longer and follow her down. Resting on her side with her back to him, it was a lot easier for her to shift her weight to her shoulder ever so slightly- to look up at her shadow for a better view through eyes that were steadily becoming heavier with sleep.
