Oh. Oh. He is so very bad at reading people when it comes to affection like this - but he is so very glad to be so wrong. The moment her lips find his, he kisses back, lips parting in turn, bracing one hand against her hip while he trails the fingers of the others along her spine. He keeps it simple for this first kiss, but there is the promise of tongue and teeth and anything else she might wish. He has a skilled tongue, both metaphorically and literally.

There is no chance he's changed his mind. When she pulls back a bit, he takes a moment to catch his breath, his cheeks flushed. If that was in any way meant to stave him off, or to give him a little so that he might not want more ... it definitely didn't work. He is more desperate than ever to give her everything he possibly can.

"I - I would. Very gladly." Worship at her feet if need be. Find other ways to make her feel all that he can. But - he must ask first. he must, he must, or forever live in worry and shame that he hadn't. "Are you sober enough? Is this truly what you want?"

He won't take advantage of her state, dammit. If she's too drunk to agree, then it's no agreement at all.