And then the next day ... we both looked a little sheepish, and we didn't say much, and eventually you said "I feel a bit guilty about taking advantage of you when you were drunk. If you like, you can just give the keys back, and we can forget it ever happened", and I could see the sense in that, but then I thought about how good and warm that "intimacy without threat of intercourse" felt, and I realised I DIDN'T want to, so I said "no, I'm keeping them."