"Bitch." He mumbled, then caught himself. It was a casual insult most often offered to Isaac, as he and Jack and Eugene didn't share the same sort of casual abuse. Until, apparently, now. He rolled the idea around in his head for a long moment before shrugging it off. He was drunk, Jack would not care overmuch. He contented himself with snuggling further into Jack's shoulder and going thoroughly limp.

"You know I become chilled easily at night- more so now. I've lost weight. Or rather never gained it, I suppose."