Would you fight me if I kissed you?

( A hum, the thought idle. The wine he's still holding on to gets tipped into his mouth and he uses the hem of his sleeve to wipe at it when he spills. He's only half looking at Zhou Zishu, eyes lidded and sleepy. )

Not right now, obviously. If I'm going to kiss you it has to be sober enough I can remember it. I'd be furious if I didn't. Especially if you hit me about it. I have to be level-headed enough to steal what I can. That was the plan, but then, the wine.