She almost wished he would accept the drink. Because she'd already had two and she felt like she was on uneven footing with him now. If she started spouting off the wrong things, she'd feel ridiculous. But it couldn't be helped now. She just wouldn't have another was all. Hopefully she was still sober enough to have a conversation. The Irish blood was good for something, after all.
The last one... Oh. The last relationship. Well. They were going to have 'that' talk. Hell, maybe it was about time. Maybe it was past time, considering where they stood now. And the fact that she hadn't seen him in weeks. "So, what? You're just going to compare me to some past woman every time you're around me?" Oops. That was a little snippy, wasn't it? Well, maybe she had a right to be snippy. He'd been kind of a jerk.
She took a breath, though, and started over. Because if they were going to have a serious talk, one he'd even bothered initiating, then he deserved a slightly more mature response than that. "Look, I'm not asking for a lifetime commitment here. You weren't entirely wrong, you know. It's still pretty damn early on to be living together." Though if asked, she wouldn't deny that she'd liked it. Having him around. Having someone around. Someone who depended on her and cared about her.