"Yeah," Reno agreed, "but this one's all wrong for undoin' with my mouth."

Yes. Still drunk. Yes, he had to stop and screw up his face a little while he puzzled out how he managed to let that one get past his lips.

Yes, he was going to give up trying to think on it too hard, and he was going to do some sort of grinding approximation of whatever dance everyone else was doing on the dance floor, now.

"That guy's short," he noted. Conversationally.