There's a quiet moment, a beat that stretches out because Vex isn't sure what to say. Afraid that anything she might say would spoil the moment and lose her the tenuous closeness she has now.

She doesn't dare lean into him more, but she does savor his touch as long she can before the quiet becomes too tense, too awkward.

Then, she does draw away. "I'll get another bottle. I don't think we're done drinking yet."