[She gives him the chance, but he's not quite as drunk as he plans on being today and, so far, not nearly as upset. With a bit of a grin, pointing to himself, first.] See, if you'll be gone tomorrow, you'll forget all this and don't have to live with it.
[Points to her.] But if you go talking, I have to sit here and think on it a while.
[Finishing off his drink, and pushing the bottle away from him on the counter. Low chuckle, a hand holding up his chin.] That doesn't seem fair, ne?