"I think they've drugged me, to be honest. I'm finding myself doing things I normally wouldn't have done before getting to know those two," Roger joked, not touching the grandma comment because he did find certain older women attractive. Not necessarily grandmothers, but he wasn't discounting all of them. "Fat lot of help that did though, me coming around to the station. Who got us out?" Had he even been conscious at the time?
Pausing a little to try and process what she had revealed to him, he asked somewhat cautiously, "So if I were to start in on the Harpie' loss, you'll punch me too? Or do we need to get you drunk again?" He wasn't about to start preaching at her over one incident though. "I hope not. This face is too precious to me." Roger jutted his chin out for emphasis, before shifting so he could place his head on her belly.