"I thank ye for sayin' so!" she said almost emphatically. She hiccupped and leaned back into the couch, feeling kind of jointless. "Mmm, I think I've had enough brandy fer now." She didn't want anymore, she was drunk. That was clear enough by the way sort of just slouched.

"I wish I had those things," she murmured then, gazing up at the ceiling and a particular scene where nude women were painted. She was particularly fascinated by a scene off in the far corner that was probably more obscene than other things.

"I want ta know what it feels like ta choose fer myself."

Ahh, she thought as she slid a little further down, punctuated then by a hiccup.