( Alice has always been perceptive, mostly to her detriment. She notices the small shift in his body language after she speaks, and then feels the warmth of a joke not landing creep up the sides of her neck. Her gaze falls away from him and she lifts her shoulder in a shrug, allowing her attention to be stolen by the rest of the room in an attempt to seem less interested in him. It also affords her the ability to locate her clothing, which conveniently sits nearby. She doesn't move, though. )

It is true. But I was also just trying to be funny. ( Admitting it makes her almost want to gag, or maybe it's something else coming up from the several days of no sleep and too much alcohol. Either way, she's readily moving along with him, her attention returning to him as she nods in solidarity with his cheers.

The motion makes her face fall as realization hits. ) Shit, I'm sorry. I could've gotten you a drink.

( She looks back towards the table stacked with plenty to drink and even more to eat. The pathetic grumbling of her stomach gives away her real desires. Orgasms were great, but she could have one of those quite literally when or wherever she wanted. A buffet of food? Some she had never seen before in her life? Fruit juice? )

Are you hungry?

( The sheet is dragged along with her as Alice clambers back out of the bed, heading first towards her clothing and the robe that was laid next to it, over one of the ornate chairs in the room. She'd had sense to be clean about how she set things down, which meant she'd been intentional about undressing. Curious.

She manoeuvres herself into the robe while covered by the sheet and then deposits the latter back onto the bed, her eyes finally ready to meet his again. Her breath comes to a halt, lingering on his gaze. He mirrors her in a way that feels familiar. Dark hair, green eyes. Cautious. )

I'm going to have a shower before I eat, I think.