The gradual weight that lowered itself to Lex’s shoulder came as a comfort. In his lightheadedness, it brought him a sense of stability and helped him ground himself. He had been about to rest his head atop hers before she moved again. He smirked at her question. “I'm sure your myriads of boyfriends had better taste than that. Besides, I at least know that you're, uh… hm. What's the word I'm looking for?” he asked, as if somehow she could provide him an answer. He contemplated it, contemplated it some more, then decided that there was no good way to say it. “You have a nice body, is I guess is what I'm trying to say.”<br/><br/>His forwardness was entirely beyond his control now. Between the adrenaline rush from earlier and the alcohol he'd just chugged, his caution was already thrown to the wind. He would just blame it on the alcohol if she got mad, anyway.