Mejo had believed the lie and thus had finished off the bottle. He was just sort of cradling the empty bottle in his hands. So the new drink tasted funny the first few times...why? He didn't understand and swayed a bit to the side. Then to the other side. Then sat up straight. Laughing at absolutely nothing. He looked at her as she tilted her head. Focusing in on her even though it was really hard for him to focus on anything. His wings flexing and unflexing in drunken movements. He nodded his head as he agreed with her. "More?" He echoed like this was a foreign concept. "Won't Mistress Abbigal get mad if I drink more of the funny tasting drink?" He asked with innocent confusion. "She always says not to drink too much of anything." He said. Remembering it even if his words came out slurred. Her smile was cute but he didn't realize the deviousness of it. "Thats a cute smile..." he said. Very open tongued due to being drunk already.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Heji let out a sound of pleasure as the grip was loosened up a bit. Making the hand movements that much more pleasureable. Moaning and bucking as the up and down hand movements continued. A drop of pre beading at the tip of his penis. He moaned louder and shivered as those soft fingers grazed over his sensitive groin parts. His balls tensing and relaxing from the touches. "Mmmmmmm......" He said. Not really able to form words as an answer right now. Arching his hips a bit in sync with the pumping of his penis. The touches and massaging of his sensitive balls made him buck a bit more. His hands gripping tightly onto the covers to allow Silva the chance to play. Besides which...despite the desire to ravage, gently, Silva he was quite enjoying this. Not that he would ever admit such a thing. Even in the three-fourths asleep state he was in currently.