“Is that right?” Rey’s eyes narrow as she leans in to stare at him, hovering there nearly nose to nose, before nipping at the tip of his nose with her teeth. The action surprises even her and she sits back up with a gleeful cackle, one hand on her stomach while she keeps the other curled around the bottle of liquor.

“I happen to enjoy reaping the benefits of my influence on you,” she admits, offering him the bottle as she leans in to press a soft kiss to the spot she bit.