It wasn't like Sterling wasn't apt to run off at the mouth occasionally himself so there was something vaguely amusing about someone being mortified by that habit. You just had to learn to embrace it and not let it bother you when it did happen.
"Awww, duckling, don't do that," Archer said, feeling oddly compelled to leave out the 'ugly' part that he usually added to that with the others. After all, there was very little ugly about the picture in front of him right now. "Clearly you've just not had enough drinks yet. Got to manage to turn off that shame function of the brain so many people have before you can really enjoy yourself,' He said, slipping in behind her at the bar and leaning over to order four more shots. Because clearly that was reasonable. He had some catching up to do, after all, if she'd already had two shots.
"And I'm not surprised you noticed the eyes. They are my second best feature," Archer said, a playful grin on his face as he glanced down at her, downing the shot that she'd already bought as the bartender lined up the ones that he'd ordered. "Besides, if you go crawling off just because of a little talking, the night's not going to go anywhere. It's not like we were both going to remain absolutely silence anyways so a little rambling isn't going to hurt anyone."