He waited, watching her as she talked. It was all he could do to hold back a grin. She called him mister and he liked that. For some reason it was appealing for him to be called that, especially by a woman. It was a the sort of thing that made a girl seem younger and more impressionable; innocent maybe. Either way, the playful banter was welcome and he adored her for it.<br/><br/>He playfully gasped when she finally got it out. His hands instinctively came up to his head and he ran his fingers through his short hair, combing it back a bit. It was short, but not extremely so. He considered protesting and asking what exactly qualifies as short hair but decided against it. "That was petty," he replied, fingers fueling around his glass. "I see how you like to do things now." He laughed some and swallowed a mouthful down. The burn in his throats and belly was far less intense than before. Pretty soon he would be drinking it down like water. If it got to that point anyways. He knew that he would have to stop with the easy wins as she wasn't too proud to sink to that level either. At the current rate they were going, Elle would return home to a couple of passed out bodies on her floor. Connor smiled at the thought, picturing the look on her face and the reaction that would follow.<br/><br/>"Alright, alright," he said as he cleared his throat. His eyes narrowed and he looked at her face; into her eyes like he was searching for something he could use against her. Like her eyes would give away some information that would give him a leg up in the game.<br/><br/>"Never have I ever been sexually submissive." He blamed the liquor for that. His mind was leaning towards something more on the lines of<i>kissed man </i>or<i>passed out from drinking </i>but his mouth spoke before his mind could check it. The cat was out of the bag and there was no putting it back in there. Hisstomach knotted, half expecting her to be upset or angry with his 'Pervy' inquiry, but his curiosity got the better of him. He stayed with his eyes on hers and anxiously awaited her reply. Was she submissive? If so, how much? A million doors opened in his mind and suddenly he found himself thinking of her indecently. Her body bent and formed in a variety of positions, all of which were appealing in his eyes. It was the feeling of his tightening boxer-briefs around his growing package that brought him out of the daze. Such a thing would have been difficult to hide so he didn't try, he just hoped she was as tipsy as he was and wouldn't notice.