[He squints at her and she catches it and nearly bursts out laughing. There’s a bit of coughing from her, and she covers her mouth with a fist. All the whiskey’s tickling her throat.]

I know I’m not. [Unless…] I’m just not sure what your interest level in me is, that’s all. [She points.] I’m probably too wasted for this conversation right now. Just thinking out loud.