Well, that explained it. She turns to face him, balance moderately compromised, but she saves it by resting her backside on the wide windowsill.

"Terribly inappropriate," she replies. "You shall be punished most severely; my retribution is swift and painful."

And then the bright peal of her laughter fills the room.

"I feel as though I could fly!" Whatever he'd given her, it's had the effect of making her drunk far more quickly than whiskey alone, and has removed several layers of prim and proper to a giggling young woman who's even now having another mouthful. "Or... dance upon clouds..."