"Infuriating at times," she corrected with a smile that said the complete opposite of that sentiment. It was as if it was an endearing characteristic, but maybe that was just the alcohol and the aftermath of her emotional outburst telling her that.

When she went to sit down, she fell just a little harder onto the bed than she'd intended. Clunking down awkwardly with the grace of someone who was trying to hide the fact they were drunk and wasn't even remotely managing to succeed. This time however, she pushed her pants off as she lay back, lifting her hips and sliding them down to her ankles in one swift motion, leaving her feet to wiggle them off and kick them across the room. Lying in a bed in leather pants earlier hadn't been particularly comfortable, but the effort involved in removing them had been far too much. If he could sleep next to her with no shirt on, then her naked legs were hardly an issue. Fair's fair after all.

"Technically I didn't, I was just balancing on it really," she admitted with a cant of her head. "Took me a while to figure out why one leg was longer than the other."