A good man probably would have thought about it before inviting her in. Realised she was at least a little drunk and figured she'd hate this when she sobered up. But he'd told her before, he wasn't a good man. Besides which he was hardly going to let her walk back to the warehouse drunk. He'd walk her there or she could crash and he'd have the couch. Whichever she wanted.
But ultimately, right now, the guard was down, she was acting so much more like the Skye she'd been before he'd destroyed it all. She'd been over dealing with Hardy and probably dealt with a few of her own worries. And that had brought her here.
"Or maybe you had more booze with Hardy than you thought" he said, moving to the side to let her through the door. "Coffee? Otherwise I have beer and mixing drinks probably shouldn't be a thing."