What--- or how, more specifically--- they were doing was hardly appropriate for being in public, no less a stuffy Prophet ball, and for that Odette became immensely pleased with Noah. Not that he honestly had any say in the matter, because for the most part concerning any aspect of her life whatever Odette got what Odette wanted. But it definitely made her feel satisfied which definitely helped him in the long run. Since he was so willing.
And she completely took back what she had said before about him being geekishly adorable and comfortable, that wasn't the thing that mattered (or kept her around)-- it was the great sex. Yes, there was no reason to try and make it sound less superficial, or with fancy words. Odette liked sex--- Noah was good at sex. You didn't need to be an Arithmancy genius find out that putting those two together worked well.
Of course, he could undo all of that in a second by reaching for that drink. But just to make sure-- she let go of him for a second, using her opposite hand to push up against the edge of the bar and up off the ground slightly, effectively placing herself between him and it. She was far too enjoying herself for him to go and ruin everything.
Odette kept one hand holding onto his neck, but eventually it began to wander... to his hairline, the back of his ears, his chest, feeling indifferently free to push onto him however she pleased. Maybe she should have stopped at that last drink-- ha, ha, too late now.
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