Rufus had had more drunken nights than he cared to admit. Perhaps because of that he had already ruled out taking her home. He smiled gently at her, though and put his hand lightly on her shoulder. “Let’s sit and talk then.” Looking down at the box of cookies that was nothing more than crumbs, he felt it safe to say that although she had had the best intentions cookies would not be in his future. “Perhaps in the sitting room so dear ol’ Tommy can sleep.” He looked over his shoulder with a glare at the sleeping man in the room. At least he couldn’t cause too much more harm in his present state.