[ Hm. The effect of that face, that musculature, that close, is...intoxicating. The man is really terribly attractive, and Byerly is in the miserable position of not having gotten laid in over a month now. He's rather startled at just how frustrating that is - he doesn't think of himself as someone who needs sex - but this is his longest dry spell in years. A bit of playfulness, surely, won't hurt. Surely. It'll probably go right over his beautiful head. These soldierly types are so unsubtle. ]

Ah, such pretty manners.

[ He sweeps his lashes (absurdly long and beautiful) down over his dark eyes. He doesn't release his hold on the bottle, but tugs back at it playfully. ]

But you with no information to offer...I ought to demand some other prize for my generosity.