...Hard to argue with that. [ It's not like he doesn't know he's a target ripe for griefing but also — maybe he can't help himself, either. The familiarity of being heckled by tiny women is too much of a balm to his slightly-drunk soul right now. ] Especially because I'm a star shopper. I could find you a good pair even in the deepest recesses of the clearance rack, no sweat.

[ He is shockingly sincere about this, further digging this hole. ]

You think this place is fireproof? Or would it be too bad of an idea to try and escape?