Tony's own facial hair was part of his appeal, but he thought most blondes, even the strawberry ones, did better without it.
When he got up and stumbled Tony didn't move a fraction to help, just watching in amusement. He poured the last of the drink and downed it, then collected himself and got off the stool, handling himself cleanly.
"Well, I'll be in touch. Get back to me whenever you've sorted out the Mrs."