Uh - well - Not that I'm thinking of taking you home. Not right now. Or -

*Oh dear. She is not good with words at all and seems to just be digging a hole for herself*

What I mean is, if you were to get quite drunk and I was worried about you being vulnerable with all these women around, then yes. I would like to carry you home.

*Hopefully that makes more sense. It certainly does in her head. And actually, she finds she really doesn't like the idea of the women in the bar deciding to claim him. Still, she orders herself a soda this time, along with a basket of chicken and fries*