The longer he heard her talk about her husband, the more irate he got. "What, did he not care for you at all? Tosser. What a pity he's gone," he said, feeling just a little possessive for all of a minute. "I doubt he'd approve of me shagging you rotten like this all weekend."
"Poor bastard didn't know what he's missing. You're a wife, not a possession."
He smirked as her hand ran over his chest. "Nah, not that word, the other hypo one..." He couldn't remember and was beyond caring.
He closed his eyes, the alcohol finally making him a little drowsy. "Yes, completely crazy. Even if it would be perfect."