"You're shitfaced. It's kind of cute." Not that she didn't think that of almost everything he did. She slid her hand down his front, feeling the warmth of his skin, playing over a few old scars before she reached the edge of his pants. She gave those a tug. "You need witnesses for a judge. And papers. Which, thanks to Danny, you have now."

See? There'd been a method to her madness.