He’d have said he liked that quality in her, but that would detract from kissing her. No words, just actions. He let his hands slide down and around her waist, pulling her close. He wasn’t pushy, just... warm, comfortable. Taking his time because clearly there wasn’t any rush here. Unless she needed to get back to a war party or something, but seeing as the Spades were having their own war party (and they weren’t even involved) there was no reason to leave, right?

Letting one hand slide down to help by taking one bottle from her he broke the kiss, smiling a bit. “We could go join the party. If ya want.” Or find somewhere else a bit more private. Also, he’s keeping these fancy ass cigars in his back pocket until she can get them herself.