At times like this, Rose found herself wishing she could purr.  It would be such a perfect way for her to make her feelings known, the way she was enjoying his touch, the closeness they were now sharing.  It seemed from his words that neither of them needed any hints about where this was going to end up, though, and truth be told, she was looking forward to it.  His reasoning had a curious sort of honor to it, nothing at all like those pricks who had copped a feel back when this whole mess began, and he was rather charming and had been nothing but helpful thus far.  Really, there didn't seem to be any downsides, other than the off chance that he wasn't a very skilled lover, but even if that were true, he seemed like the type who'd be more than willing to learn.<br/><br/>Raising her hand from his leg-fin, she placed both her hands on his upper legs, leaning in a little closer.  Her eyes were already locked with his, yellow cat's-eye staring deeply into a nice aquamarine, and she could feel herself being slowly drawn in...<br/><br/>"Oh really?"  She questioned, arching one eyebrow in mock surprise.  "I find that a rather interesting assumption to make.  Do you have any other questions, or might I go ahead and ask just what sort of drinks did you have in mind?"