George shrugged, eating another chip. "Why not?" He couldn't think of a reason, really.
"But first, we're finishing this." He refilled her glass, then his own, then waved another chip at her. "And you're dancing with me. Because. And you're not going to say 'Matthew' for the next... twenty hours or so. Because if you do, I'll fall apart." He tossed back the fresh drink, downing it in one, and filled it again.
He looked at her, shaking his head. "You say complicated like I haven' been there."