Ithacles squinted one eye and let out a long yawn. Holding her almost against the ground they drew more than a few looks, with him standing there yawning like a chasm. His mouth clamped shut suddenly and he yanked her back up with a spin. Her back pressed against his chest.
"Sorry," he said. "I believe I've had too much."
He maneuvered her quickly, stepping back and twirling. Ithacles was very deliberately getting her in the way of Lethe's gaze, his sister still seated at her tall throne-like chair.