"You could let me starve," she says absently, "but I would kill you when I was free." The threat is paired with a smile, though, and she's feeling far too pleasant to truly mean it. It's the strangest thing, how warm her head feels.
"More juice!" She says suddenly, looking at the empty cup. "Drink with me."
“I don’t know if I’m ready to drink with someone who can say they’d kill me without batting an eyelash,” Neo says in a very grim tone, but he doesn’t disobey her request for more of the orange juice-vodka mixture. He reaches out to ruffle her hair–the light flush on her cheeks is almost heartbreakingly innocent–and then he gets to his feet to refill her cup.
He returns swiftly, sitting beside her once more and holding the straw out again. Neo’s lips curve into a small grin. “Do you feel tingly yet?”