Allaster laughed as John looked to be crawling inside Henry's clothes. It was amazing what a little alcohol could induce people into doing.
He fixed Charlie with a glare at Henry's words. "It's true, servant. You're far too well dressed. Strip down to something more appropriate for someone of your low station."
Allaster turned his gaze to Alec, then, who was stretched out across the settee and itched to go over to him. He wished he could pull Alec's legs into his lap and have Alec welcome his touch on his thigh, but Allaster knew he wouldn't.
With a sigh he turned back to Charlie who was pretty and loose and he suddenly wondered if there was a chance of getting Charlie alone anytime soon.