Worf knew that he couldn't spend the night on the street so leaned into her arms, realising that she was indeed stronger than she looked. Even drunk, the Klingon was impressed with the angel's strength. His hair was a mess as he blew some strands from his face.

"A bed? Yes--perhaps. You are strong lifting me up like that. Not many can."

Even through his drunken grumpy state, Worf admired the way she sought to come and aid him where most would have left him to spend the night on the cold, stone floor. Still reeling with anger, he groaned slightly as his legs didn't want to work as well as he wanted.

"You seek to aid me. Why?"