Huh. He wondered if Mao was going to beat the shit out of him for kissing Jac. He wondered if Jac was going to beat the shit out of him when she was sober. Then again, he couldn't say he'd really done anything he hadn't wanted to do when he was high. Usually he enjoyed the hell out of himself. "Yeah okay. That was kind of awesome of you. Make sure you don't when you're sober either, because it'll hurt." A lot. And he might want to reproduce some day, even though that thought was mildly terrifying at the moment.
"I like your hair," he told her, undoing her work by releasing to from behind her ear so he could run his fingertips through it. "Girls have such awesome hair. Like, it's so long and stuff. But yours is even better."