-Morgan is human, tell a soul and he will cut you, With Ingrid-<br/><br/>"Ingrid I am an asshole, and I really don't give a shit about a lot of things," he began quietly, surprisingly, he was not smoking and the room was at a steady temperature, not like sweltering hotbox it was the night before. It was dark, no bright lights of any kind to be found, the shades drawn tight and the overheads dimmed to a warm glow. "I drink a lot because I get bored easily and I am fairly decent at making a fool of my<br/>self."<br/><br/>He sat down on the floor not far from her so she didn't have to strain to hear. He balanced his words between quiet and firm as he spoke. "How much do your remember about while you got drunk. You didn't drink a half pint Ingrid ... you punished a lot of Daniel's like you were on a mission. I wanted you off my back, not under your skin."<br/><br/>He looked over to the woman on the couch. He was glad he had not insulted her body, that would have been an outright lie. As it was he had insulted her work, which was also a lie, she was good, but last night was not one of his best performances. Maybe he should have opted to go without pants, at least the pencil dick comment would have been disavowed on the spot.