"You'd hate to try, you mean," George said with a sage nod. "I don't want to fight you, Oliver, so I will leave her be." He lifted his glass in a salute and downed the rest of it. How much had he had? Lots.
"She found me, I think. The floor's so dirty, can't mess up her pretty clothes. Also, there's all those big windows where anyone could see. I have to respect her privacy. I may have achieved something envy-worthy, but she didn't exactly get the pick."
He tapped the glass on the counter, "Oi, another!" He turned back to Oliver. "She's put a grin on my face, that's for sure."