He's not an idiot. He can read the room here. That whole everybody's a swinger bombshell may have thrown him, but he's still about the furthest you can get from a blushing virgin.

People don't get dressed up like this and drop by somebody's room unannounced for a nice game of Monopoly and some bible study. There's intention in this.

And he shouldn't. He really shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't, that it's a bad idea for a whole host of reasons big and small. Any other night, any other time, he'd struggle through this conflict and come out the other side with an apologetic smile and a gentle, rain check?

But tonight...

Tonight, something gives. Tonight, he cracks.

And yeah, maybe he just really doesn't wanna be alone.

So he takes a half-step back to make room for her to pass by and says, "You want a drink?"