When you're sober, when you're feeling better, then come and ask me again. You'll like the answer.

[Not just because he's touch-starved, he needs something, but because he's liked talking to her and she is a very beautiful girl. Stroking her neck with his thumb firmly one last time, he takes his hand off, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.]

Next time, maybe you'll tell me what made you so excitable tonight? Very good tequila, maybe?