"That's a strong word." He had a touch more color than his usual pallor, was certainly more talkative than normal, and had just outright told her that he enjoyed her company, which he hadn't told anyone in earnest since he was about twelve years old. Drunk was probably approaching the right word. For him, at least. "I've had too much to play a respectable game of chess. I told you I'd been out of practice, did I not?" He met her eyes, more than fully prepared to stubbornly insist that he was not drunk.