[ Her teeth sink into her lip, watching him, as he does so. That sharp edged mischief that most of the time, she knows better than to express. But here? Safe too, she hopes. It's hard to move, for more than just the bed. Her hands settle either side of his hips, smooth up carefully. ]

I have no idea how you drink it like that.

[ Perched there in his lap, moving her weight to be comfortable to both of them, she muses on the thought. ] Or do you prefer it bitter so you can stomach all those Lordlings?