Henry laughed and clapped his hand to his neck where it came away wet and slightly sticky. With the same hand, he caressed John's cheek and neck. "You look smashing yourself. And smashed. But I do think you're right about one thing. I haven't had nearly enough to drink for this." Keeping hold of John, he half-turned and searched the room for Charlie.
"Servant!" he called. "Bring two more glasses of punch for our dear ringleader and myself."
That done, he turned toward John and spoke again, this time with his voice pitched to easily carry to the others. "Charles quite overdressed for a servant, isn't he? I find that downright impertinent." He gave a little offended sniff.