Francis knew he was doing something stupid. But that was his specialty. And ... Edmund didn't look disgusted or pushed him away. He wasn't so drunk he'd do it if he totally hated the idea of kissing someone like Francis, that was hopeful.

His hands had remained on his sides with the towel loosely around Edmund's back and he tilted his head curiously at the question. His smile looked more playful as he tilted his head. "Are you.. asking me to kiss you now or when you're sober?"

He leaned in so close, as his eyes peered deep into those green spheres that were lovely as a garden. "Because I would happily do both." He said almost breathlessly. He knew how to be charming, a little. Lewis found him devilishly so back in the day.