Despite how much she's been staring at him, despite her compliments, when she leans in to kiss him, Cassian is surprised by it. It's a little sloppy, half from her inebriation and half from his lack of participation, because... because he doesn't know what to do.

There is a very small part of him that wants to kiss her back. She's warm, and he is so starved for attention that doesn't make him feel disgusted. His hand settles at her hip, mostly to keep her upright in the way she wobbles.

Despite himself, for a few moments he does kiss her too, mostly matching up their mouths so she doesn't slobber on his cheek. In response her hand tightens at his shoulder, and Cassian stiffens. Probably not what she'd hoped.

She's drunk. It's the anniversary of her first Games and she is wasted, and there is a tiny voice in the back of his head whispering at him it's pretty. He's pretty. That's all it is. It's his face. She just wants a distraction, which is fair, it's what they all ultimately want, but he knows he can't do this with her, for too many reasons. He pulls away, even though they're still very much in each other's space.

"Jyn." He barely resists the urge to press his forehead to hers. "Not tonight."