Smirks at him a bit, judging his slur. This was gonna be a long night. “I’m only asking in relation if I have to stay up and keep an eye on you tonight. No telling what you’re going to get into while you’re this inebriated.”
Of course, Gig didn’t need to know the part about worrying over the reaper more so than the state of the manor.
"I don’t need a goddamn babysitter!" Gig grumbled, shoving at the shark, although really, it might as well have been like getting hit with a sheet of wet cardboard.
"M’not getting up to anything. Nothin’ at all. Or…not starting anythin’, anyway. M’not ganna get shoved around by your wank-tank dick-humping bossman, y’know. Even if I am…little bit. Little bit tiddlesticks.”