Vox stared at her, his eyes hazy from the whiskey that had long since taken a toll on his usually sharp mind. A hiccup escaped his lips, followed by a lazy grin as he swayed slightly.

"I've said it all before," he drawled, his voice smooth despite the slur, "but I'll say it again." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, the scent of alcohol mingling with the heady atmosphere.

"I'm interested in more than just bein' your friend," he murmured, a shameless glint in his eyes as his touch lingered in her hands.

"I don't wanna break it," he whispered, his voice a soft caress, "just want it to bend."