[He let her be rid of the open bra, his own hands dropping to deal with her pants. He leaned in to nuzzle and nip at her jaw and cheek, chuckling at her assessment. She wasn't wrong.]

Thank goodness alcohol is a diuretic, so I'll have lots of piss for you. Oh and I'd spit too if I needed to. That's how far the romance goes. Aren't I just a keeper?