He wasn't quite sure if she were talking about the drink, or if she were talking about sucking on things.

Extracting his hand, he leaned forward until he was nearly whispering in her ear, hiding her face in a veil of sweet-smelling dark hair. "Are you going to be okay?" Belial asked sincerely, knitting his eyebrows in worry. His hand came to rest on her shoulder, and for a moment she seemed incredibly frail to him, though he knew that was hardly the case.