"You shouldn't settle." He murmurs, more to himself then Syd. "Not at all."
If she makes any sort of move, I'm done for. The glass moves nervously between his palms as he tries again not to notice her sundress clinging to breasts and softly draping around her long legs by staring at the sea. Right now, the only thing reigning him in is the fact she's probably more than a little drunk. He should stop, too...really. He pours himself another glass as he nods at her words. Keeping the team together this time. Another good reason to overlook Syd hitting on you while the mead is talking.
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