A beard? Michal scrunched his face slightly at the thought. While he was most certainly all about upholding the most leisure lifestyle possible, facial hair had never crossed his mind as being necessary. Perhaps maybe once or twice in the winter during a particularly cold match, but aside from that... he shook his head. He had it on good authority that most women did in fact not like facial hair, that was all he needed to know.
Not that it really mattered, this internal conversation he was having with himself. Who was acting drunk now?
"Very good, yes, but it would aggravate you," he responded, taking both his hands to show what he meant; he rubbed them slightly on the sides of her face near her mouth. Grinning, Michal dropped his hands again, and eventually they came to linger at her waist.
Michal realized, very quickly, that it would be a real shame and just a plain waste to not take advantage of her current state. Thinking himself to be smart, he decided that he would really enjoy more informational, arsenal-building sentences from her. And if whatever came out of her mouth had the potential for hysterical trips down memory lane later, then so be it. He was willing to take that chance.
"Yeah? How glad?" he asked, moving one of his hands again to push a chunk of Therese's straying hair out of her face.
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