"That depends on who's carrying what. Groceries? Yes. Porn? Yes. Clothes? Yes. Bags full of PETA propaganda? Hell no." Well at least he was honest. Mirza peeked through her bags and finally recognized a woman from the bar. The night was foggy as hell though as he had been plied with a lot of alcohol due to his... Problem.
He didn't step back when his personal space was pretty much violently molested by her. Mirza had very little concept with that particular social what the fuck ever. The corner of his mouth perked up in a lazy sort of smirk, "Yeah well, I'm kind of in agreement. And if it ever happens again, I'm going to hurt someone bad." Licking his lips, he held out his hands for a bag or two, "Come along, darling. Let Mister Naji be a gentleman for once."