Oh, why don't they do this more often? His eyes fall shut at once; peaceful for the moment, contented as a cat. She is never boring, but she is gentle when she wants to be, and more indulgent with him than he deserves.

"I have not been this drunk in at least a century," he tells her, grinning and tilting his head into her petting. "No regrets."

Haha. At least not until morning.