Woah! This guy was very forward! Normally Emerson would be wary of characters with features such as his-- the sharp teeth, the muscled physique, that air of pride or sometimes entitlement-- and it wasn't out of prejudice. He didn't even grow up around his own kind, for goodness sake. In fact, having been raised alongside many other endangered races.  So it just wouldn't make sense. In him and Myles's line of work, there were plenty of reasons to profile. Though Emerson was more guilty of it than Myles was. But that was probably because his partner was worlds stronger than him. Emerson was smart, a good plan maker, analytical, somewhat timid. To him, it was easy to see why he would try to make himself seem invisible to intimidating folk; it never seemed to work out the way he wanted it to though.<br/><br/>This time around-- though he couldn't stress enough to himself that it was the alcohol that was making him feel all frisky-- he found himself a little more confident than usual. A little more willing to indulge this stranger. He said he wanted to show off his ship. Why would he want to explore his own ship? Emerson shook his head lightly and put the drink off to the side, half empty. He couldn't go against his better judgment any longer; a couple more sips of that and he'd be down for the count.<br/><br/>"Well, he's just a friend, so I don't think he sees me like that. I don't see him like that. We're more like brothers, I guess you could say. And he considers me capable of defending myself." whether that's a good thing to believe or not he didn't know. "But it's no worry. He'll be back soON!" his voice raised in pitch as the stranger placed a hand on Emerson's knee and slid it up his thigh with a question that he almost didn't quite catch. He cleared his throat and tried to put on a cool expression, trying to seem unfazed. And just as he was about to answer the stranger stopped him. Oh boy, a game. And the rules were a little sketchy...but it was sort of obvious what this guy wanted to do. But he humored the other, which was somewhat of a poor choice. God damn mind readers...  But he wasn't going to protest or call cheating, although the little voice inside of his mind he knew he might have been playing with fire. That inkling seemed to blur into the background.<br/><br/>Emerson chuckled lightly, "Uh, I better stay here for my partner. You know business is business. Gotta be here in case of emergencies-- in case something goes wrong." his face flushed at the high points of his cheeks and he added, "It's a tempting offer though." with a sheepish grin on his lips and glanced down at his own lap briefly, up at the stranger's chest and then back to the sharp teeth.<br/><br/>(hurray!)