"Aim for the ceiling, you're not going to spit high enough to hit the rafters. Not at your height," Bull said with an easy grin because he wasn't insulting her, he was merely pointing out that she was probably safe. At least safer than him considering he was quite a bit bigger than she was. He was impressed when she tossed back more of the whiskey and then let out a rather impressive burst.

His laugh was deep and booming as he reached over to pat her on the back. "Good job! You did even better than me!"