[ Blue eyes. So bloody blue, a part of him wanted to reach up and tear them right out of that pretty face- as if they didn't belong to him and he shouldn't have them. But that wouldn't get him anything, would it? And he might miss the clever little words that are currently coming out of his mouth.

No, he wouldn't, he'd get over it quick, but still. ]

If I was trying to get my rocks off then I'd just whip it out, luv. [ And there wasn't even a glimmer of shame on that villainous visage of his, all sharp angles and darkness. ] I would, and I'd even beg for it if that's what got you going. [ Then he winked and grinned with a slight appreciation at Murphy's assessment of the liquor. ]

Nothing beats moonshine when you just wanna get pissed, but that shit will get you there about as fast and doesn't taste like petrol.