[ Oh, great. That's just perfect. Why is she so intent on forcing him to stay in place, anyway? He doesn't struggle at least, though he keeps his eyes covered, even though he can already feel his face heat up with a blush that's crawling up his neck and cheeks. ]

Lady, I don't know who you think I am, but my name's Steve. Uh, Trevor. Sorry to tell you, but I don't know any Jim, and I'm not drunk. Not this drunk.