"Common sense." He gave the most obvious answer, looking down at her drunken face and wondering whether she would make head or tail of what he was implying. She didn't react, so he knew he had to elaborate. "You are drunk. If I don't restrain myself, I may be tempted to take advantage of a drunk woman and we both know how that will end—with my head in the meat mincer. I still love my life and my son still needs me." He explained and when he looked down at her, she seemed to be bored, as though what he was saying made zero sense to her. When she rolled her eyes, he knew none of that mattered to her.
"Your common sense is better off not being so common." She was annoyed. "Do you think I'm a little girl? I know what I want, okay?"
That much was obvious but under the influence?
