The attention, almost coddling to her, is a bit much. But he's trying and even her darkened heart can see that. Sitting with him isn't helping, nor is whatever it is he's prattling on about (a vial?) while using slang she isn't familiar with...

Drizella takes a few deep breaths, trying to get a hold of herself and the urges to lean in closer to him. "I'm guessing the other half doesn't get off so easy when it comes to things like this."

Dominant, Submissive... It would seem this place would bend everyone to their will somehow. She despises not being the one pulling the strings and having to guess what was next. Without thinking about it, she gives into the urge to sort of lean closer to him, her shoulder against his arm.