"How could I say no?" This whole thing felt strange, but it wasn't enough to make him step back. If he was going to spend all of tomorrow buried under a pillow and waiting for his head to finish exploding, then he might as well have fun tonight. It occurred to him that he would usually feel at least a little bit of guilt at yelling at Vanessa, and at using her as a free meal ticket, but the thought seemed unimportant and was easily dismissed. As was the truck. And just about everything else.
"Let's have dinner first, and see how it goes from there. I warn you though, I'm going to make up for part of the damages with a really nice steak." He pointed over his shoulder at the leaking remains of his truck.