She huffs laughter, and if it were not a different kind of intoxication to be so close to him, she might give him a more determined shove away for the question. He is so sweet, in such different ways that she ever thought of when she first heard his name, his reputation.

But for now, she can give the easy assurance. "Drunk enough only to be bold, my Admiral, not enough to make choices I regret. I'm not about to fall off a horse again - " right, that was a story for another time. Cutting herself off, he doesn't need to think of her as inelegant at a time like this. When, well, he wasn't the only one to feel self-conscious. It had been a dreadfully long time. What was it now, five, six years? It didn't bear thinking of. So she doesn't, instead leaning to brush the tip of her nose against his cheek. "Not that I do such things often."