"Oh I definitely would have." Eva laughed again, this time at a much more appropriate level. The took a messy swig of the whiskey and nearly spat it back out at him when his next words hit her ears. Trying not to cough or choke on it, she managed to swallow it with some concentrated effort. It was mostly to give her a moment however, as she'd be lying if she said her heartbeat hadn't skipped or that his insinuation didn't have goosebumps erupting all over her skin beneath the blanket.

On the one hand, she knew she shouldn't. She wasn't in a good frame of mind for that emotionally, it was the whiskey talking certainly. Though she wasn't inexperienced in the sense he was suggesting and she certainly wasn't saying no just yet, Eva also wasn't drunk enough to know this could possibly change things. Then again, what exactly was the risk?

With more grace than she should have been able to muster, (especially given the drink and her usual clumsiness) Eva moved slowly and carefully, bottle still in hand, though now it hung loosely over his shoulders, as did her arms, to settle one leg on either side of him. It put her more at his eye level and she quirked one curious eyebrow. "What kind of fun are we talking about?" She questioned half-seriously, even though she clearly already knew the answer.

Damn whiskey.