An eyebrow raised when her glass was taken from her. Most wouldn't dare try a move that bold without expecting some form of retaliation. Which wasn't to say she'd put to bed any of those thoughts, just that she was mulling over her options, and what form that revenge would take. Not all of what she dished out was unpleasant. Particularly when what was on offer was so promising.

"Is yours a particularly vivid imagination then? It would have to be." Taking another sip directly from where he had, she licked her lips afterwards looking for the faintest taste of him.

"Join me." Neither request nor invitation. A want, verbalized with the kind of expectation of fulfillment that only came with being a child of Odin.