Perrine got his point and leaned back. Maybe it was foolish of her to think he was like Renaud. Her long-gone Renaud. But still, despite how she could portray a sober person quite well when drunk, her mind was filled with fog and her sensibilities were warped. "More and more can be constraining," she murmured, but then raised her voice and reassured, though she mostly thought he could be putting too much pressure on the people he was with, "though in this day and age, moving quickly in a relationship is commonplace." The serving girl came back with the ten shots of whiskey and Perrine paid her for them and the rum, not intending to have any more drinks after these tonight. She slid five of the little glasses across the table to the man and downed one as she waited for him to say more, as he clearly was willing to overshare, despite his insistence on quite the opposite when she'd initially asked.