She frowned thoughtfully, swaying closer, breasts pressing against his chest. "You have sex with women you pay, Luca," she said bluntly, logic slurred but sincere. "What kind of vibes do you think I would get?"
"Ouch." He winced theatrically. "God, I wish you weren't high while we were having this conversation." He sighed, then added dryly, "And you weren't pressed so hard against me. It's distracting."
She laughed again, delighted, resting her forehead against his shoulder.
"Awww… little Luca wants to play," Vee drawled. Her smile was all trouble, lips curved like she knew exactly where to press and couldn't resist doing it anyway.
"Little?" Luca scoffed, arching a brow, mock offense flickering across his face. "You wound me."
She squinted up at him, clearly considering this with drunken seriousness. "Sorry," she murmured, reaching up to pat his chest as if consoling him. "It's not little. It's big." Her mouth twitched. "You think it'll fit."
