Flicking through the channels, he happened upon Die Hard. That should satisfy the action-y request, and was always watchable. Then again, if they didn't pay attention it wouldn't matter. He set the remote aside. "Yeah, it was the seven deadly sins. My," he paused for a second here, not sure what he was calling her at the moment, "friend got hit up by lust. A few people got anger, that sort of thing. Good times."
Pushing himself to his feet, he headed toward the kitchen. "Beer and chips sound good to you?" He wasn't really waiting for an answer, getting two beers and a bag of the latter, making his way back over and flopping down on the couch beside her, handing her a beer.