Benidal's eyebrows aren't the only thing that shoots up at her sudden, brazen display. They are, however, the only thing visibly affected in his seated position, as he smiles at her knowingly. The captain liked to put on similar displays for him in their occasional private moment, but then it was nothing more than a delay, a formality before she got down to what she was really after. This was different - despite his slowly rising inebriation, he could tell that Cin was enjoying herself as much as he was, the prodigious amount of cognac she had consumed peeling away the inhibitions and shyness that kept her to herself so often. For his part, he happily let his eyes feast on the show being put on for him.<br/><br/>"Indeed - you've already managed to make having another drink the last thing on my mind, replaced by a whole tableau of much more...interesting...prospects."<br/><br/>The invisible pressure on his mismatched pants was growing steadily as she teased him and herself, already eager to be set loose and fulfill what it believed to be its purpose. Never mind the changes that prevented him from propagating his 'species' with anyone except another Navigator, some human desires just couldn't be suppressed, and Benidal was still built off human stock.