[Balthier looks him all over, relishing the details, finding all sorts of little divots he wants to stick his tongue in. He pulls the cork with his teeth and spits it aside and straddles Ed, and squeezes his fantastically hairy tits together a bit. Enough to deepen the crease enough to not spill as he pours a little less than a shot there.]

The salt from your skin even changes the flavor. Makes it sweeter.