[He only chuckles softly at her compliment, used to her always flattering him like this but still appreciates it all the same. He too, thinks the world of her, always impressed with her own talents be it firework making or even her newfound career as a model. It was a path he wasn't surprised she ended up taking when she'd gotten the job, as the outgoing, shameless Yoimiya would definitely not have any issues with posing for a camera in whatever way she'd be asked to. Now that the phone is in his hand, he scrolls through each picture, taking a moment or two to look at all the pictures she'd taken.]

You really worked the camera now, didn't you? You look great in all of these.

[Tartaglia's eyes flicker over to her once as she yawns, a sly smile on his face. He's glad to see she doesn't have any resistance to the drug he'd slipped her...]

But Yoimiya...you look awfully tired. Don't tell me I wore you out that much? What did I say...drinking all of that while exhausted will only lead to you falling asleep on me, hahaha.

[The arm wrapped around her moves just so so he can angle his hand upwards to begin to run his hand through her hair, lightly dragging his fingernails across her scalp, knowing that a nice head massage will do wonders for her ability to stay conscious. ;)]

Think you can finish that drink before you fall asleep? I bet you can't.