He'd consider it and come by anyway, I think. [Like he doesn't know that's exactly what he'd do. What he will do, when he's sober and has thought about it for approximately five seconds. A reason amount, for Jacob Frye.

He is not sober, though, so he's electing to pull him back in to kiss the corner of his lips.] Whyyy... don't you join me? Rest your legs... tell me about how much you like me.