He patted her head and nodded. "I won't splinch nothin'," he said brightly. "I can... I can apparate and move shit still," he nodded. Drunk as he may be he could still apparate fairly well. He had done it on a number of occasions to get home on nights like this.
"Let me tell you girl, it wasn't sexy when it happened either," he laughed. "Gettin' stabbed in the face is like..." he flailed his hands around. "AHH FUCK! And it's comin' right for the eye..." he stopped and grinned. "Not so many knife fights to worry about in the fuckin' mountains though."