[To that he chuckles and offers a cheerful retort:] You just try me! [She would have to try awfully hard to make him say 'no' but Rocky welcomes the challenge.

She orders another drink and guides his hand down to her waist. Rocky's gaze drops briefly to follow it before snapping back to her lightly flushed face. He knows how affectionate she can be and he isn't especially shy about bestowing affection on people he likes, public venue or otherwise. But in a crowded bar like this, who's going to notice when his fingertips start lightly caressing her waist through the clingy fabric of her dress? He'd pull her onto his lap if he didn't think it would make her spill her drink. Instead, he leans closer as she starts to hint at a plan that, to a slut for affection like himself, sounds like it may involve cuddling.]

Really? [he asks with a sing-song intonation. She has his full attention, not that she didn't before but now there's a titillated curiosity behind it. What plan? What selfish needs? Is this cuddleslut-speak for 'lets sneak away and canoodle'? Because if so, she is definitely speaking his language! Or maybe she just feels like she's going to hurl and pass out eventually (although, she doesn't seem that drunk yet.) In either case, Rocky is determined to make himself useful.]

Not to worry. My schedule is wiiiide open! Seriously. Building forts out of swizzle sticks isn't as fun as I make it look. Please rescue me, Hawke.