They're close enough that he can feel Shinjirou speak, all pleasant vibrations and soft lips against his neck. Jade has to stifle a chuckle at the earnest words, the sincerity. It's amazing what a few drinks can do to a person.

Setting his own cup back on the table, he drapes that arm loosely against Shinjirou's back.

"You're being very nice right now," he murmurs, the words meant as a praise. His thumb brushes against Shinjirou's cheek again, then traces down the line of his jaw, coming to a rest just under his chin. He pushes up, very lightly, a wordless request for Shinjirou to tilt his head back. It would be nice to kiss him; he seems to respond well to physical gestures.