Bel bit back his initial comment, because innuendo with a stranger was somehow easier than with a friend... or whatever this was becoming on top of friendship. Lack of consequences, maybe. "See, my trouble is I also am used to wanting what I can't have, but most of my impulse control goes out the door when I'm with people I trust. Add that to being casual about physical intimacy, and, well..." he shrugged.

"I suppose... what I need from you is what you want..." Pause, wrong way to phrase that. "What you are willing to do tonight. And where. I'm sorry, I'm not going to be much help beyond 'following any rules you set out', and that's not fair of me." Which was a ridiculous way to tell someone you find them attractive.

Bel sighed. "I would also very much like to kiss you. And that's not just the drink talking."