Alastair was already a little heady. He usually only drank beer and then he only ever had a few since Liam tended to out-drink a gutter. His hardcore drinking days were, he thought, behind him. It didn't take much nowadays...
Her eyes were so pretty. And her hand was on his knee. Alastair's heart was thudding against his chest and he smiled at her, leaning in somewhat.
"How...how can you help?" he asked, infinitely curious. "How can you make my son respect me?"