"Yeah, he does. And he sure does have a tendency to make me feel like a total maniac," he admitted, and then laughed a little. "I mean I know I am, but really, you'd think I was needing put away the way he goes on," he said with a roll of his eyes. "Oh, no. I honestly think even Clint would have been a better choice if you'd had to call someone in Milan. Beyond embarrassing, but less likely to just tell me how awful his life is or some shit."
His lips moved hard against hers; if he couldn't have the whiskey, he'd get drunk off of her lips instead. "Mmhmm, I know, I know," he murmured against her lips, although he seemed to refuse to let her go. "Just kiss me," he insisted softly.