Obvious as the response might have been, it's not really a statement that Molly had thought much about before she said it, something meant only to be a joke, playing off his assertion before that she sounded ominous. When she first opens her mouth to speak, she intends for it to be with something else of that sort, some silly quip, since clearly it's not an actual concern at all, and if it were, she probably wouldn't actually try to keep him here. She pauses, though, before she does, and it's enough to take her thoughts elsewhere, his words from moments before still echoing in her head, the whole conversation, brief as it may have been, leaving her feeling distinctly alive.

Once, this whole approach might have been calculated, the sort of thing that she'd have deliberately set up. Now, when she acts, it's on a whim, before she can think through it enough to talk herself out of it. She would blame the fact that they've been drinking, but she hasn't even finished her first glass, and even if that were enough to really go to her head, it wouldn't have hit her that hard so quickly. It's all her, then, her gaze dropping briefly to his mouth, expression a little more serious when she glances up again, though she doesn't stop long enough to take note of any nervousness, or the way her heart is racing.

"Like this," she says, the words coming far more easily than she'd have expected them to, and leans over to press her lips to his.