Mira yelps, giggling when she's suddenly being picked up without warning like some kind of damsel, and holds onto Davin's shoulders, laughing as he sets her down .

She grins. "You're lucky I'm not drunker, Davin Kavanagh." She is just tipsy enough for that to be a fun name to say, though. She dances back in, grabbing his hand to spin him in a role reversal, and leans in after a second. "Hey, Prince Charming, wanna come smoke with me and I'll turn you into a work of art?"