Despite the fact that Cait's mind had gone to the gutter, David was honestly only trying to be gentlemanly. As well as trash talk a little bit because he was quite confident that he could drink her under the table. He followed her out to the living room. He took a seat in an armchair next to the sofa.
"Because you're not. I've been drinking since I was thirteen. I've had quite a few drinking contests." Pretty sad stuff, if you thought about it. Thirteen was also the time he lost his virginity. It was a rough year for him. And just a rough time being David Bacchus in general, growing up.