Eward was obviously inebriated: if the smirk on his face and his droopy eyes didn't give it away then the stench of whiskey certainly would. As he looked up at his brother with a chuckle he turned under the sheets - he was naked, his modesty covered by the corner of his bed covers which was currently threatening to ride up and reveal all. His hair was a mess, and he had obviously been in for some kind of marathon.

"What ABOUT Katherine?" he slurred, apparently euphoric, "and don't call me stupid... you're stupid. You're wearing that facial fuzz... I've quite forgotten what you look like. Pass me the bottle..."