Carly, having had at least one glass of faerie ale and definitely one or two more of otherwise mundane alcohols, isn't so quick to accept the refusal. She pauses her dance while Nuna keeps at it, the marowak's own flames more of a blue-hue than a violet, and practically whines.

"Hehhh..! Come on..! You have to at least try, right..~" She can tell there was silent refusal, but also, she doesn't 100% want to simply take that to heart.