Sam snorted, then attempted to talk around his bit of candy. "Wow, I feel sorry for your girlfriends." It may have come out a bit muffled, but understandable. Though he remembered too late about Jesse's sort of openness to, uh, alternative stuff, and tried not to blush as he wondered if he should amend the statement to include boyfriends as well. In the end he said nothing though, reckoning it would only call more attention to his idiocy. He chewed his caramel then, to keep himself quiet.
"Bloody perfect," he exclaimed and pushed himself back up off the couch. He moved into Jesse's kitchen and pulled two plastic cups from the cupboard. He grabbed the whiskey bottle from the counter and poured a healthy dose into one cup. "Which do you want, mate?" he called back as he opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of Coke. He popped it open and poured it into the cup, then grabbed a spoon and gave a little stir.