Orsino realized that he'd had more of the scotch than he'd thought in this short amount of time, on a mostly empty stomach. This realization was followed almost immediately by a vague light-headedness. Nothing unusual, but it had just come much quicker than he'd expected. He put the bottle on the coffee table, figuring it'd be wise to take a break for a bit.
He was normally very patient with Merton's quirks, but tonight he didn't have the energy to respond.
"Still doesn't get to what we're supposed to do," he muttered, looking sullen and cracking his knuckles.