It is, ever so, lost on Loxley. A charmed life, when it comes to where and when he can kiss people, where and when anyone can.

But it isn't taken for granted all the same. Derrica could be in Rivain, or could be in the dining hall, or simply somewhere Loxley is not. They break apart (his other arm had eased around her waist, keeping her drawn in) and she says that, and he mutters 'right' and reaches with his free hand to collect the bottle, ostensibly to readjust it.

And instead, his fingers catch against the neck of it, tipping it over on its curved edged where it should by rights immediately plummet over, but a swift, deft hook of a finger spins it back around into his hand before it does, snagged up into the air.

"Oops," is no oops at all, more related to his earlier tada.