Well guess I don't have to worry about pawing for the first few hours tonight.
He went out earlier, when he realised he only had one can left, to get more 'just in case he needed it'. Came back with 4 cans of cider and receipt that said he'd also bought a bottle of gin.
He hates gin.
He claimed he'd bought it for me but then ditched it at the top of someone's driveway as he didn't want it in the house. He then half collapsed on the sofa, made sense for a while and then passed out.
He's spent the past 20 minutes scrabbling at the back of the sofa, occasionally blowing it kisses and then asking if it would take its pants down.
I finished watching tv, turned the heating off as usual, killed the lights and come to bed.