"...And here I thought I was just stress horny. I'd say to pour one out for Erik but the man's a vampire you can't out-last him. Which um. Well, if you're striking out or just interested, Erik makes his Brass as the town whore. Very good at it..."

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee -

"...Worst segue ever but, see, I was. Actually about to propose. Possibly. Fuck me -" She leans in, red in the face all the way up to the tips of her ears, "- maybe going out back and making out? If? You wanted? See if there's a spark worth bringing up to them?"

Is it the stress talking? The potion? The wine? Why not all three?