Titus groans and shakes his head. "Not in the mood." Vaguely he wonders what she is thinking of, perhaps the same things as he. Yawning he downed some more of the margarita and sighs happily, the drink drowning away his sorrows and concerns, but he is still far from drunk of course. The gleam in her eye makes his groan again and finally he concedes and nods his head. "Deal I suppose." With bright red eys he watches her carefully, his black wings twitching on his back in anticipation.