Damnit, Sam, stop putting logic in Archer's pity party. However, the scientist nodded at his advice. "Alright," he said with resignation. "Alright, I will cease belaboring this point. You're right. I must speak with her and put...everything out in the open, I suppose." He sighed. Getting drunk would help that, he imagined.
Choking down half of another shot, he snorted at the question. "The men, of course," he said with a smirk. "Despite what the politically correct say, women are the sex with the upper hand. They have...power." He paused, pointing down at the table. "Their mystique. And their bodies." He was such a lightweight. "So men should be given at least an iota of control."