Brigid pulled back, a purely feminine look of satisfaction in her heavy-lidded eyes. "Am I, then? Well. Here's hopin ye can handle yer drink, Jack," she purred and raised herself onto her toes to bring their lips together again in a fierce kiss. She reveled in the magic that heightened what his mouth had already started within her, oddly comforted that she could tell the difference between his influence and her own reactions. Comforted, and hotter than she'd been in a while.