Aznimal watched the daquiri flowing into Æana's hand like a hawk.
A thirsty, half starved hawk that just saw a fat bunny come waddling out from a lake after taking a refreshing dip. Though, he wasn't quite that thirsty and was far from starving and the daquiri wasn't waddling into Æana's hand. The gist of it was about the same, both Aznimal and the proverbial hawk were staring at the daquiri/proverbial rabbit with look that clearly promised that it wouldn't see the light of day, ever again.
Giving the daquiri that look took up all the space it had for some other tasks, like talking. Actions spoke louder than words anyway.
Aznimal's tongue fell on the gleaming pools of daquiri in much the same way the proverbial hawk would have fallen on the proverbial bunny, only without the claws and the gory death. Besides, Æana had yet to say whether or not he could bite her.
And even if she had, the daquiri was on her skin, not imbedded into it. He would have ignored her if she gave him permission and continued to lick up the pools of daiquiri. Since her chest was closest to him he started there, lapping up the pools and the remainder of the insurgent trickles, before shimmying down to her stomach.