[ Filling him a glass as well, Nami slides it closer to Roche to take before she turns in her seat to settle against his side, encouraged by the rising urge currently chipping away at her sense of pragmatism and resolve, and the arm he slings over her shoulders.

One corner of her mouth is pinned in a lopsided smirk while she looks him over, her hand settling on his thigh as she cocks her head slightly at the question. ]

I figured I'd finish my drink, straddle you, and we find out how quiet we can be while I'm riding your cock.

[ She gives him a nonchalant shrug and turns her attention to her drink, more preoccupied with the thought of making good on that plan than she is with the glass in front of her, though she occupies herself with knocking back half its contents anyway. ]