Good... And as for the contest, I think I'm gonna throw in the towel--you're just too good for me, madam.

[Really, his first night here and he's already up to his gills in liquor. Why's he not surprised? He smiles, thoroughly drunk but surprisingly lucid for a man who's been throwing back shots like a maniac, and his gaze flicks from the table to her.]

Walk you home?

[While he still has some semblance of balance left in him? Also I am a gentleman I WALK ALL THE LAYDAYS HOME.]