See. I told you that you were protective.

[She sits back a little bit, still with her mug clasped in both her hands, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as she takes stock of the warmth the alcohol is starting to radiate through her — fuzzy and pleasant and softening everything a little at the edges.]

So, so protective of me. The both of you, you'd let me get away with anything I wanted, maybe. Don't you think? Give me anything. You both do. ...Say that, I mean. That you would.