"It's more that you probably don't need me drunkenly crawling all over you with a measuring tape," Rapunzel admits with a laugh, tossing her hair back over one shoulder a resting the base of her wine glass on his raised knee, slipping the stem between her fingers to hold it in place.

"Hm, what should we do?" She taps at her chin with her index finger and then laughs a little. "I'm not always that great at entertaining, as you can probably imagine."