[He hums against her lowly when she doesn't really give him a yes or no. Even a bit drunk he can both read and feel her awkwardness. Had he been a little too forward with his question? Perhaps she was genuinely uncomfortable by this whole situation?

He makes a small noise, lightly nuzzles at her shoulder before pulling his head back to peer down at her.]

We can switch.

[And without an answer from her, he's twisting them both to where she's now pressed against his chest.]

Better?