Who, me? [And he'll just stop mid-lick for a deliberate moment, tongue curled in the air.]

Dunno what you're talking about.

[ He sets the knife down and leans even closer, though, one hand coming to rest on Emile's thigh, expression completely certain. His gaze is only for Emile's mouth. ]

Maybe you should explain. Use small words, I'm really fucked up right now. [ Except he doesn't sound like it at all. The slurring edge to his speech from just a moment ago is gone entirely, and he looks and sounds combat fit and focused. ]