Hamon was aware she was like this because of how much she'd drank, but he knew she'd sometimes blabber her mind out whenever she was drunk, so he decided to just play along. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Mhm." He hummed, "You don't want me to care for you, wife?" He asked playfully. "Why?"
Ara didn't reply and raised her bottle of wine to gulp it down her throat. She didn't have an answer, as she couldn't really tell what her feelings were either. She hated the fact that she was feeling this way, but she also liked the fact that he was treating her warmly.
When she didn't reply and only ignored him to keep on drinking. Hamon swiftly snatched the bottle from her hand, then tipped the entire content in his mouth.
Ara's eyebrows snapped together as she pointed an accusing finger at him, "You bottle snatcher! Why did you do that? Open another bottle for me right now."
