"Not right now," he admitted, looking at the bottle as if it had posed the question to him. Are you going to drink all of me tonight, big boy? Taisce was right. He should probably hold off a little. Being a big guy, it took a lot of alcohol to give him alcoholic gastritis, but that didn't mean he should tempt fate. It wasn't like he'd get checked on in his room, and on the off chance he were, getting his drunk ass dragged to the infirmary as a patient didn't exactly sound like a lot of fun. "I'm no good at keeping things around, chica. Rather drink it myself than not live long enough to see the end of it, or have some asshole steal it out from under me. Guess I treat people the fucking same, sometimes."
Though in all honesty, he hadn't exactly been on the biting end of a zombie in some time, now. It wasn't like he went on raids or any such shit. As more and more time was spent in Sing Sing, his excuses for why he didn't keep anything - or anyone - around for very long were just getting weaker.
"Lot of fuckers say that, you know? Like sex is fucking complicated. It doesn't need to be. Never is with me. Just seems like a weird thing to get uptight about, especially now. But, hey, whatever. Me vale madre. Heh. You're still all right, Tata," he said warmly. It might have just been the booze, but the skin around his eyes crinkled when he grinned in a genuine way, and the eyes themselves seemed alight with an amused affection. "Even if you don't put out. At least you got a fucking sense of humor, and you know how to thank a guy proper for doing you a fucking favor."