She realized her situation, which made him a little sweeter to her. Not that she could appreciate it in her dire. He at least gave her a nod to commemorate her own decision. His smile had been surprised and pleased when she didn't take all of the drink, and instead let it soak her shirt. Keida liked to think part of her knew that would please him, or at least not upset him. Her modest hand was laughable, but he was enjoying himself too much for that kind of humor.<br/><br/>She wanted reassurance from him, but he didn't want to make that kind of deal. "If you do this, I promise it'll buy you time." It was enough, and since it was all he was going to give, she continued on with what he'd asked. He was bloated with contentment, watching her slowly find the low of her shirt and pull it off. She was soaked in the liquor, like some pale morsel, exotic. Keida moved his head from side to side, like there was music behind his ears, enjoying how Haley had to sell herself for some pixels and his silence.<br/><br/>He was still, though, for the removal of her bra. He held her wrist from covering her up and made sure she felt watched as he took in the sheen on her breasts provided by the vodka she'd spilled. He pulled her to him, where he sat on the couch table. "Yes you did." he agreed and narrowed his eyes at the tartness she left in her tone. "Now take me out, and tell me what you want." he ordered, hand slipping behind hers, over her crotch, so he could cup her sex. Like he didn't know she was burning up.<br/><br/>Keida closed his mouth around her spiced nipple, and cleaned her of the alcohol before it evaporated off her body. He hummed into the stiff pebble and tried a finger in her, which easily slipped in. Then he bit softly on the bud and let her go. He clapped her ass softly and looked up at her again. "And didn't I tell you to say my name the way you know I like?" he prodded, moving back with a certain kind of coldness that suggested he might not want this deal if she kept pulling him out of his pace to remind her.<br/><br/>Keida slowly took his hand back, the finger caressing her walls on it way out. He made sure she had room between his legs to work his flyers. It was a sinister situation, but from how he'd lit her up inside, he was sure she was learning something about her own tastes, too.