[ For all his bark, there seems to be a distinct lack of bite here. Instead, he shrinks back and glances away to avoid her stare. Where did that initial forwardness go? ]

You shouldn't be referring to yourself as 'pathetic', [ Mona chides. ] Regardless, I believe I understand the situation now.

[ The finger she'd used to prod him with now traces the line of his jaw. Upon reaching the underside of Fuuta's chin, Mona tilts him up towards her so that he is forced to meet her gaze. She then snorts softly upon seeing the faint, pinkish hue permeating his cheeks.

Whether it is from being tipsy or out of timidity, it doesn't really matter. He has her attention. ]

You had a little too much, didn't you? And now you're seeking company.