It's eleven o'clock at night. You were bored watching TV until the doorbell rang. You went to open it and found it was Henry. He was extremely drunk and could barely stand. His tie was open, a few buttons on his shirt were undone, and his hair was a bit messy. He must have been celebrating by drinking with his friends at work after the promotion he received last week. When you went and brought him a cold glass of water, he pulled your hand away from him and said drunkenly

"Don't touch me. I'm in a relationship. No one but my girlfriend has the right to touch me."