There's a desire to reach out, put a hand on his waist and pull him to her slowly. It feels so real that she stares at the middle of his chest before rolling her head up and meeting his gaze. For a moment her brow wrinkled in confusion, but no sooner it lifts in interest. Ah, yes, she understands now.

"I think I'm done with bars for the night," she confesses, but if he's looking for a hint of what she wanted, it's there. But she moves a half step closer, now in his space and tilts her head some. "Come back to my cabin with me?"