Dante gladly took Dean's cider and chugged it easily. He brought the glass down on the table and sighed contentedly. Now he was starting to get drunk. He leaned forward on the table and when Mira made he comment about what the cider was for he chuckled and looked over at Lyle.<br/><br/>"Exactly~"<br/><br/>A sultry tone came into his voice as he spoke now. He listened to Lyle talk, propping his chin in the palm of his hand, then looked to Mira as me made her suggestion.<br/><br/>"Normally, I would eagerly agree to the offer, but I find myself somewhat taken at the moment."<br/><br/>Then when he heard Lyle say that word, he laughed that genuine hearty laugh again, only this time it was a bit altered by the booze. He was still fully cognoscente of himself, he was just becoming more loose.