He slaps her hand away and rolls his eyes with a bit of a good-natured smirk. "Just because I can't fill out one of your push-up bras doesn't mean I don't look fine."

Maybe in a crankier mood he would have retorted with something mean about her, but as it stands the juice has elevated his mental state by a solid margin, so he's alright with teasing. Mostly.

"Don't talk about him like that. He looks good enough for being made of gravel and shit." Truth is, if he ever gets back to Stacy, Howard still doesn't know what he'll do about this Orc thing. He needs to find some way to give Orc at least one distraction besides being perpetually hammered. "I saw him a few days ago. Mostly keeping himself busy with the beer tree."