Mighty stared blankly, finally coming properly awake. "Um... You told me how you liked pointing and saying "OBJECTION LOUDLY"... I thought it might... well... I thought you'd like it. Sorry"
Again with the blushing. He clearly wasn't thinking straight. "I.. I... I'm not sure alcohol would be a good idea... um... unless you meant like tea or something... I... well... I could make tea, if you wanted, and well I could ... IloveyouPhoenix ... um. Um. Um."
He looked very much like he wanted to crawl in that 'helpful' closet and never return.