Even without the amount of unease coming through the bond, Faelan could tell Shula was tripping over herself trying to get her words out of her mind. He actually found it to be a little endearing of her, the fact that something as minor as a kiss could cause the hot headed and strong willed dragon woman into the state of a scared little newt. But still unsure of just how much she actually knew, maybe he could just roll with it, and see where it took him. He figured if he pretended to not care, she might take the same attitude, so despite how uncomfortable he could already feel this situation becoming, he threw on a smile.<br/><br/>"Like I said, you were drunk enough that you tried rubbing my back. I've drank enough to get my self into trouble before, but you tried to kiss me. Don't worry, I know you were drunk, so I stopped it." Not necessarily lying, the small smile on Faelan's mug grew. "Besides, even if you thought I wasn't me because you were piss drunk, I'd kiss me." The reality of the situation was, Faelan really didn't know how to respond to her. Unease sat in his stomach just as much as he could feel hers through the bond. Maybe by joking about it, blaming it on a little bit too much to drink would make it go away. He'd done it before when Larentia had teased him about a bad choice of woman he'd bring home.<i>Too much booze, too little fucks, </i>he'd joke, knowing she didn't approve.