His hand stays on Luke's arm, and as they part, he shakes his head slightly and takes another sip of his drink. As Luke's also fond of the contents — whiskey — he offers it to him afterward. Cash hasn't been drinking like a fish since he got to the Enterprise, but he hasn't been able to slow the habit too much. There's a dependence there that's probably not good, something he picked up to fill the void and make him care less about everything, and deep down he knows it.

Well, on any other day he does. Right now, he just likes how it tastes. How it burns down his throat. And he likes looking at his very attractive boyfriend, especially when he's so close.

"I'm not supposed to be dissuading you, am I?" Cash shrugs, grinning. "That doesn't sound too fun. If it helps, I feel the same way about you."

He leans forward to kisses Luke's forehead softly, his own movement just as brief as Luke's. He doubts anyone in Ten Forward wants a show. Although, now that he thinks about it, people have been kissing a lot more than they were before. Hm.

Before Cash can really think about that, his thoughts change tack and leave that process in the dust. And he goes with them readily.

"If this bucket of bolts could take you anywhere in the Multiverse, anywhere," he suddenly asks, "but not for more than, say, a day, where would you go?"