Deon made a bit of a face when she pulled on a hoodie, covering up her extremely tantalizing womanly figure, but was pleased when she decided to plop down next to him on the love seat. He raised his free arm to drape over the back of the chair as Millie got comfortable and then lowered his arm back down, now draping across her back with his hand on her far arm, using this position to hold her against him a bit with the excuse that he was trying to keep her warm; and since he was a man, his body could very much more-or-less be described as a heat rock.

He waited for Millie and Victor go through their little exchange before he bothered to answer Millie's previous comments, though though he'd address Victor first.

"At first I thought he didn't acknowledge you because he was smart enough to not talk to my women. But now I see that he's just a plain moron." He commented with a snarky attitude, an less-than-pleased smirk on his lips to match; watching with a raised eyebrow as Victor got up from his knees from kissing Millie on the hand. He raised the glass bottle to his lips and took a few, long, full drinks, only lowering it when he figured that their little exchange was done with.

"Anyway, Mill Billy, I'm doing this to give the other guys an advantage. See, with me intoxicated and fighting, they will think that they might actually have a chance..." He paused to chuckle. "...but they won't. Besides, I drink when I fight all the time. Usually it's not until after I reach the arena but whatever."

He bent forward slightly, keeping his arm around Millie, to put the glass bottle of whiskey on the floor once more between his feet before relaxing back into the chair.

"I got a couple spots open for shirtless cheerleaders tonight, that could very well be the deciding factor whether I win or not." He shot her a sideways glance. "And you WANT me to win." He added on before she could come back at him with a snappy remark. "When I win, I get money, and that money goes to the Wolves. But, if you're find with eating stale biscuits..." He reached into her lap with his free hand grabbed a biscuit for himself, taking a bite and ignoring the crumbs that fell down onto his chest. "...then all the more power to you." He shook his head and put the biscuit back, reaching once more for his whiskey bottle to wash down the nasty taste.