"Oh Oliver, you old softie, you. What ever happened to the stud I once knew?" George shook his head and clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "You'll have to tell me exactly how misbehaved she is."
He tipped his glass back to drain the last of the thick liquid. "With is... a very strong word. It's true I've rarely gone back to seconds - or fifths - with a girl before. The woman is a firecracker, and you know how I feel about those..." He grinned and took the firewhiskey from Tom. "Cheers!" He grinned and tossed it back.