Hyperspace

He winced at first, but then relaxed as he started to enjoy the sensation.
"I... could get used to it." He said, suddenly feeling his temperature rise, causing him to struggle a bit to remove his cloak.

I think we need a little bit more

"More?" He asked incredulously, taking the bottle from her and bringing it up to his lips to drink slowly from it. He downed a few gulps before lowering the bottle again. "If I didn't know any better - and I don't - I'd think you were trying to get me drunk..."

Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not!

"Well maybe I--" He was interrupted as the bottle reached his lips again, and he gulped down the remaining contents, far too intoxicated to notice the burning sensation in the back of his throat anymore.

Maybe you..... what?

"I think maybe I'm already drunk..." He said with a sheepish grin, "I don't know how safe it would be for me to fly this ship into the Shar Naddaa now... ow!" He visibly winced when she bit him and instictively reached for the hilt of his saberstaff - which was in his discarded cloak, currently elsewhere on the floor. Fumbling with that realization for a moment, he blinked a few times as he looked down upon himself, feeling naked without his fabric shrouding - and not just because he technically was half-naked; he never wore a shirt beneath his cloak... "I appear to be disarmed..." he said to himself in mild confusion.

"Bed?" The drunken clone glanced up at her, metting her eyes and catching her smile. Raising an eyebrow, he begins contemplating the meaning behind the suggestion, but uncertain of whether or not he actually gets it. Regardless, a crooked smile forms upon his own face as he begins to stand, "I actually kinda like that idea."

Good!

Because I don't think I can make it there on my own!

"Well I suppose," Inferno staggered a bit as he attempted to maintain his own sense of balance, "It would only be right for me to help you along." Blinking a few times to refocus his vision, he took her hands and pulled her back up to her feet.

whoopsie!

Well if you don't want to go into Shar Nadaa what DO you want to do!?

Inferno laughs slightly at Tyra's inability to stay properly on her feet at first, but he places an arm around her waist to both help hold her upright and keep her from pulling too far away from him.
"I don't see any reason why we can't at least follow through with your initial plan..." he said while walking her to his bed quarters within the freighter, though not paying near as much attention to where he was going as he was to her body pressed against him.

Ooooooh! Sounds fuuuun!

"And I'm all about having fun."
He manages to keep them both upright as he leads her to his personal sleeping quarters, helping her over to and allowing her to sit on his fairly sizeable bed.
"Well, here we are." He said, sitting next to her on the edge of the bed before kicking both his shoes off; he figured he wouldn't be needing to keep them on.

Well come on then!

Lets go, silly willy!!!

He laughs at her enthusiasm and looks up at her with a crooked grin. The alcohol giving him considerably more confidence than he would have had on his own.
"Okay, here I come!"
Wasting no more time, Inferno climbs onto the bed with her, pulling her into another deep kiss.