Freya was staring open mouthed, eyes wide, trying not to pant. She blinked a couple of times, "Ah. I.. Truuuuuth?" More of a question than a statement. Her face was flushed and she was sitting a little too far forward. She clearly had meant what she had said to Morgan. She was trying not to stare, not to make the poor girl feel more uncomfortable, yet it was so hard to tear herself away, she rose and scuttled over to her glass and downed it, refilling it again before sitting back cross legged on the floor where she had been earlier to await her fate. Trying not to think about how her finger was similarly coated and how much she would adore little melody to suck it clean.