He huffed a little half laugh, shaking his head as he bent his neck so that he could look up at the man.

"You come to bloodshed to protect us, but we're not allowed to make you stay out of the bloodshed to protect you? This does not seem far." He reached up, and even while drunk managed to pat at Booker's cheek after missing only once. And if his hand stayed there so that he could run his fingers over Booker's would be beard? He'd stop if Booker wanted him to stop. Otherwise, he was a little mesmerized by the drastic difference between Booker's stubble and Joe's beard.

"We will have to talk about this again when we are sober so that I can win."