He snorted. "Yeah, well," he said, shrugging. "I like fleas. And I figured that you wanted me gone so bad... may as well stay and annoy the hell out of you." He gave her a wink, lifting his glass in a salute before downing it as well. He refilled, though he was definitely wasted now. He had to have been, in order to say what he did next, "Well, seeing as how my dad is younger than I am, we need to get to know each other all over again... and I just... I know you, Lil." He leaned his head against the back of the chair, watching her dreamily.