Mathle smiles at Beriana's approach, his kiss eliciting a small smile that she doesn't bother attempting to hide.  She looks a little sheepish, but mutters the words over their cups and disguises the flourish by raking her fingers over his shoulder flirtatiously.  She then downs the rum with a twinkle in her eye.<br/><br/>Clearly, she's not used to drinking... or perhaps its the weak food they've been served... for her eyes glisten in the dim light.  "Oh, I can't do that yet... I think I could learn it, though, if I have time," she says, her expressions more animated than normal.  "I bet you don't need it though, I mean... just look at you."  She still holds her now-empty cup and gestures to his chest and arms.  "I mean... I mean, look at you, Ber..."  She grins broadly, the expression more slanted than she realizes.  "You have the strength of an ox... I mean, I can't help but look at ye out there on deck."  She grins, "Oh, I think we could distract them a bit though.  Maybe we can have some other kind of distraction, eh?  I mean... I... keep saying 'I mean'... but can't we come up with somethin' that doesn't involve tossing someone?  You got in trouble for that last time."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> save vs. purified rum = 7... she be impaired</div></div>