[ Surprised, but not startled, Dash relinquishes his hold on the cup easily. He's still sort of pleasantly hazy about what's happening around him, mostly focused on Sungmin and nothing else. But that doesn't mean he's completely blind to his surroundings, of course. He's still alert enough to converse, albeit slowly.

He just has to get his heart to stop racing after that contact between them. Sungmin's hand... to Dash, it seems awfully warm. In a nice way. He thinks to himself he'd like to feel it again.

But he doesn't say so, maybe in part because he got distracted by the rest of his thoughts, which feel slightly chaotic right now. ]

I can handle it, [ he says, maybe not sounding totally convincing. ] I want to hear your pretty, pretty voice. [ He turns, leaning a bit closer to Sungmin. The coffee should have sobered him up a little, but for some reason, he feels more intoxicated now.

Just in a different way. ]

It's yours, so it's the prettiest, [ he proclaims, because apparently this is fact in his mind. No two ways about it. ] Are you- will you stay?