Sid nodded mechanically, agreeing to be polite. He knew it was sarcasm and it didn't make him feel any better. "Right, yeah. Brilliant times."
He liked what she had done with the place, it was nice and yet it reminded him of the giant screen in the Mad Twatter's house. He shuddered inwardly. He could honestly swear that bloke was still haunting him for his spliff money. At her offer to sit, he sat down gratefully, resting his hands into fists on his knees. "Drink." he repeated slowly, trying the word on his tongue as he did sometimes. It was always his way of thinking about what he was going to say so he didn't make a git out of himself. "Milk, thanks." Sid was always a man of few words unless he was ranting, defending himself or complaining. Which was usually always all at the same time. He ignored the sexual innuendo and instead, looked down at his fists.