"I dunno, flashed those baby blues at someone until they fell into your bed?" he suggests, given that he's pretty sure that's all he'd ever seen when he'd gone with Jim to the clubs. He's breathing pretty shallow for a guy who thinks he's got everything together, a little nervous at how close they are.

And the room is still spinning, he's still drunk, and he's thinking about doing idiotic things, like putting his mouth on Jim's. "All right, all right, fine," he allows, draping his arm around Jim's neck while he moves the other hand to his waist.