The prince would pout a little as his wife offered him the rest of the bottle, urging him to finish it off in a single go. Still, he would reach out and take it at her urging, though not without an objection. "Drinking alone is never as fun, though" he announced simply. Despite his words, though, Leith would do as he asked; downing the rest of the brew in a single go.
At her urging, Leith would also roll onto his back, allowing her to straddle him with a content and slightly smug grin. As he lay back, he allowed the empty bottle to slip from his fingers, rolling out of his hand and disappearing into the sheets of the bed...from his vantage point, at least.
"Well it's not as fun as I have to just tell you outright. " he answered simply, though his smugness remained. His hands slowly found their way to her thighs where they rested on either side of him, running his hands up and down their length slowly.
"Playing games is much more fuuuun" he would coo, laying his head back onto the mattress gently, though he kept both of his eyes fixed on her. Withdrawing one hand slowly, he would gesture in a small flourish, before pausing and frowning as nothing happened. After a quick shake of his hand, a small ice chess piece would blossom into existence - a queen, specifically. He would hold it up to the light for a moment, before setting it down beside him, paying it no further attention even as it fell.
"Not sure if I prefer the real or the fake games anymore. The real ones are more exciting, but so much more stressful. With actual things at stake" he mumbled softly, trailing off a little, before giving a bit of a dismissive shrug...or at least as much of one as he could manage from his position splayed out flat on his back.