"I'm a big moose, sure. You're insults never did get any better since you were 5, did they?" He nudged her thigh with his foot when she'd got herself comfortable.
So she'd agree to his rules, that was alright. At least they were all he could come up with the more whiskey he drank. "I'll order food and you burnt it for me. Saves me burning it myself, huh?" He grinned, lifting up his legs to sit them on top of her lap. Sister and foot rest were the same things, right?
Rubbing at his head, the hair stuck out at odd angles before he tipped up the bottle again and leant his head against the back of the couch. "That's right, 'cause if you spend ages in there I'll take the door off. Then you'll be just as good getting changed out here." He pointed roughly to the middle of the room before scruffing up her hair with a hand. Nice and soft, women's hair was. They kept better condition of it than he did his.... The thoughts were swirling in his head the more he watched the players running around on the pitch after some ball or another.