[The kiss stuns him for a moment, overcome by the sweet taste of the wine on her lips, returning it with a small satisfied moan before she breaks away. It's all too short, leaving him wanting now for not only the wine, but how she tastes on his tongue as well. It's almost unfair how effective it is, playing right into her hands as he taunts him with that smile of hers, determination to get a hold of the wine so he can have some filling him in addition to craving more of her own flavor.

She thinks she can keep it from him this way, but Tartaglia thinks she's underestimating him.]

That isn't fair, I might not have the chance to try some again for quite a while.

[Pressing himself up against her back, he lets his arms wrap around her as his hands trail over her body. He can't get to her chest yet, but there's plenty of other places he'll touch instead. The Harbinger lets his fingers trace lines across her thigh, heading upwards to brush past her groin and to her stomach. Meanwhile, his head cranes down to pay special attention to her neck, pressing kisses to it as he whispers against her skin.]

Let me have a little bit, c'mon, [he coaxes, his other hand coming up to try to slip his fingers under her own around the bottle.] I promise to buy you more before I leave.

[He plants a few more kisses against her jawline, if he can just loosen her up a little he can get at it! That's the plan.]