Ruby began to make a note in her notepad about his coffee, figuring she could remember such an order easily enough but starting a bill just in case he wanted food. His comment about making an ass out of himself caused her gaze to shift up and a smile to tip her lips. She did not know to which time he was referring exactly as she had no idea what the Sheriff got up to when he was by himself, but she had seen him rather drunk that last night she'd seen him alive before finding him here. He'd been in Granny's drinking like a fish and throwing darts, though he hadn't made any sort of ass of himself. At least not with her, anyway, though with Emma it could've been a far different story. They'd been rather intent on something that night.

"Mmm. The last time I fed you booze you were still quite handy with darts," she said. "I remember that quite clearly." Mostly because in the process of throwing darts he had removed his leather jacket and had stood there looking far too delicious in his shirtsleeves and vest. Not that she would mention that to him right now.