Morthos wrapped his arms around Jax and held her in an embrace, she was giving off a lot of mixed signals to him, but he couldn't just ignore what she had done. "Jax, I know how being drunk works," he said quietly, "it doesn't make you say things you don't mean, just things you may not normally say. I'm off my rocker tonight, and I can tell you that I won't break your heart."

He pushed her away slightly and cupped one of his hands on her cheek, "what happened to you Jax? Why is something like being with me so hard for you? Is there someone else? Jax I can be whatever you need me to be for you, but you seem to want me to only be your friend while at the same time not being with someone else."

He suddenly felt a burp coming on, he looked away from Jax and let out a belch, fire coming along with it, "oh right, that's why I don't drink." He looked at Jax and just smiled, "couldn't you just give me a chance? How many guys do you know who also double as personal space heaters?" He chuckled at the joke but his heart wasn't in it, so he sighed, "you don't have to answer now, but maybe think about it? If you give me a chance maybe you'll stop feeling conflicted and won't have to tackle your friends anymore." With that he turned around to head back inside.