Kire had half-expected the blunt question, though when it finally came, she still turned crimson and felt her tongue glued to the roof of her mouth. She set her mug down and laced her fingers together. “I—don’t entirely know,” she said, followed by a nervous laughter. “It’s been an awfully long time since I’ve had—since that. And I already know you’re good with your hands.” She looked briefly at him then turned away, a little embarrassed at her awkward come-on. “I think I’m at the point where I can’t go to bed with a complete stranger. And I thought—I thought—you're...” She tried to find the words through all the drunken emotions she was feeling right now. “Can’t I just say I want a nice fuck for the night without a whole speech about it?”