( she can forgive it. she might groan a little, good-naturedly, but she's smiling still; there's something to be said, at least, for the sincerity behind the statement. he doesn't make her feel like he's saying it just to flatter her or get in her pants, so that helps. )

That's... you know, I honestly don't think I've ever had somebody say that and mean it before. ( a soft laugh, and she holds out her drink in his direction, gentle sloshing of the amber liquid inside going to and fro up the sides of the glass. ) Since you're so nice, I don't mind sharing.

( or, maybe more specifically, she doesn't mind sharing because it gives her an excuse to shift just that much closer, where she's able to pick up the scent of him, earthen, like a damp forest after rain. )