He was perfectly content to lean back and watch her practice. She had a wonderful body, and he being the man that he was, could appreciate it very much. So here he was, appreciating it and trying hard not to let the alcohol fogged portion of his mind give into fantasizing about her. It wasn't working too well. So when she turned to him and asked if he liked the show, he said the first thing that came to mind.
"Well I'd like it a lot better if you didn't have any clothes on at all." And that of course was not what he should have said. He knew it, but there'd been no filter between his thoughts and his mouth. And even though he knew it, that very drunken part of him gave her a little smile instead of apologizing as he would have had he been stubborn.