Ooh! This from the man who used to spread his legs the second I gave him half a look . . . oh, please, Greed, I want it, I need it, you used to say anything I told you to.

[But he's dropped his suit jacket, his fingers deftly picking at the buttons on his sleeves, so it's not a thirst he's embarrassed over. Still, some of the overzealousness fades, because there's an appropriate level of thirst and then there's just being ridiculous.]

If you're gonna be so judgey, you can stay sober all night.