[Oh, he is definitely cheating right now, and right as she goes to take that first sip, she instead has to brace herself with a hand on the desk, fingers curling as she leans back upon feeling it. Fucking Founders, he is going to wear her out...

... And she isn't going to mind.

It still won't stop her from giving him a pointed stare over her glass as she brings it to her lips again, using the drink to hide the way he'd snatched the air straight from her lungs.]

Put that lightning away. I am trying to enjoy my drink. And I would at least like to see the ship before you do any further encouraging.