"You're drunk." Jacob reminded him, his eyes searching Edward's face like something about the man's expression could help him either understand what was going on or how he was supposed to react. His body wasn't helpful, his cheeks felt warmer than they had a moment ago and something told him his ears had turned red. Then there was that nervous feeling in his stomach, the one that often made him cover for by saying something witty or doing something reckless.
Unfortunately, his wit seemed to be failing him, just as it always seemed to when he felt he was backed into a corner by another person's interest.
"You're drunk, and emotional, and looking for a distraction. You'd be having a woman right now if there was one available, but all you have to hand, aside from your hand is me." It wasn't the denial that he usually went with. He didn't swear that he was only interested in women, that he never felt desire for any man and that it would have been horrible if he had. Perhaps he felt comfortable being honest with Edward, or perhaps his mind had simply overloaded and it was just offering him what it could. "Given your obvious preference for women and the fact that you've never mentioned your intentions while sober, I'd imagine that you'd wake fairly regretful. Regretful enough that it would put some distance between us and I take a great deal of comfort in knowing that I have you at my back."