[ He laughs at that. Her tone doesn't carry that same accusation the words imply, but still he offers, just in case. ]

The present doesn't have to be right this instant, if you want another drink that bad.

[ Besides, the two drinks was for fake butterfly tattoos, not necessarily taking clothes off and getting... busier. Not that he's about to point that out. ]

You did. [ He narrows his eyes, humming thoughtfully. ] Well, I have a private room, back at the community housing building. How's that for a place?