Graff blushed both from the alcohol and the compliment payed to him from Elisa, although it could the one and only case of beer goggles working in revers here with Elisa.  The next thing Graff knew he was falling into his bed, but his legs were half caught between hers causing Elisa to fall with him.  He chuckles as she lands half in the bed with him, "You know, if yoush wanted to get in my bed wishh me you jusht had to ashk."  He stretches our his arms and wraps them around Elisa pulling her into his chest so that they are facing each other, able to gaze into each others eyes.<br/><br/>Once their eyes lock and a few seconds go by Graff begins to slowly move closer going in for a drunken kiss, his lips mashing sloppily over Elisa's (or what ever part he can latch onto if she turns or pulls away).