He burst out into a fit of giggles at Caleb's response. "You're silly." He snorted and draped himself across the couch. "That's a big leap to assume any random dude would be into me, the big anxious mess." A shake of his head expressed his doubt. "You ever consider I [i]want [/i]to be alone?" Ambrose shot back, there was a small bite to his words. "Maybe [i]I'm [/i]the cruel one."

Ambrose raised his arms  above his head, examining his tawny brown hands. They were slender, delicate even. Ambrose glanced back at Caleb just in time to see him nearly finish his bottle. Ambrose immediately recognized the sly smirk cross Caleb's face, a smirk Ambrose had seen many times before. He had noticed that kind look tossed at him before, but in this situation it merely perplexed him. "What I think of you?" Ambrose paused to think about it, head tilting back to reveal his shaped jawline. 

"A little dumb. But genuinely kind, I think." Ambrose said bluntly, having no filter due to the consumed vodka. He shrugged and returned his hazel gaze to Caleb. "I'm only dying to find out why you've taken an interest in me. I mean, I just came to the party on a whim."