[Oh. Oh Wicked Witches. Even if the fire of Vash's cheeks weren't apparent under his hand, the way he almost blurts it out... the sudden way he stops. It's obvious. And like Vash, his mind is on the alcohol. Surely it's just two similar people, with their minds clouded by alcohol, who have both blamed themselves and been so touched-starved over the years that it's something akin to over-stimulation.

Yes, surely that.

Though he can't stop the soft huff to Vash putting himself down again. He opens his mouth to tell him he's not, that he's obviously blushing too- but before he can get words out, Lavender decides to take that moment to bark at them both, loudly. He is not happy when it is not about him. Plus, he may be hungry. Pure Vanilla lets out the softest bleat in surprise, pulling back as his ears flip around until he finds where his cakepup is, before exhaling hard.]

Oh... I completely lost track of the time. Forgive me, I will need to feed him and take him out on his walk.

[There's obvious reluctance as Pure Vanilla pulls back, his fingers trailing as he pulls his hands free. His head spins and he feels he should lay down, or take a cold shower. Or both. For a moment he scrubs his face, trying to wipe the embarrassment away, and get back on track to what they were doing. He will not think about Vash's hand on his. He will not.]

That was a good first attempt for dancing, as well! I must insist you come back again, and we can continue on.