he shrugged when she turned down the bread, still eating slowly while resting his head in his left hand. "maybe in a bit ma'am. let see if i can avoid paintin this table with my dinner first." He certainly seemed to have no trouble saying what he was thinking at least. "you go on and eat yer own food and we'll see how i'm feelin after." he looked straight at her now, for being a disheveled drunk he looked to be fairly young. Sam really hadn't been much outside of bars since he arrived in Whitby a few days ago, and while he looked pretty rough at the moment it was clear excess drinking was not the norm for him. "Oh uh one more thing ma'am before you go...Could you walk away slowly? it sure would help me feel better this mornin." He smiled sweetly at her, his expression half playful and half serious on his request. Well being hungover clearly didn't mean he was any less of a young idiot at heart, his smile continued as though he had done no more than ask for an appetizer.