The promise makes her smile for real now, her pale-amber eyes lighting up at the idea; she has no plans (currently) to demand anything extravagant or difficult to acquire, but it's a sweet thing to say. Although, she tells him the truth about that, too: "That's a dangerous thing to say to a girl like me."

Hasibe reaches up to press her (watery, leaving droplets on his skin) fingertips to Mitchell's jawline, leaning forward. She kisses him again, long and thorough enough to leave her, at least, a little breathless when she speaks a second time, smile slighter but present. "But if you want to order in, I won't say no. ...a drink would be nice, too."

It rarely takes long before she veers back to alcohol.