She studied him in surprise, her eyes again drawn, helplessly, to his crotch... where she noted with equal relief and disappointment that his pants were no longer sporting a large tent. Though if the size of that tent were any indication, he was massively well end... Erm. Anyway.<br/><br/>Nodding at him, she took his arm, lightly resting her fingers against him. As she did so, her hip bumped his. "Oh, I'm sorry." She wasn't usually so unsteady on her feet, and she didn't understand her lack of grace now. It wasn't like she'd had a lot to drink. She was only on her second glass now.<br/><br/>A new thought struck her, and her face light up like a tree at Christmas time as she looked at Steve. "I somehow feel we should skip and sing 'We're Off to See the Wizard' as we go off looking for him!"