John's attention wavered away from Charlie as the recruit stepped away to pay his attention to Allaster. The ringleader's eyes roved the room blearily, that silly tassel tumbling into his face again, causing him to bat at it. Except that after the weight of the tassel shifted, John was still seeing a lank brown shape before his eyes. Squinting, he realized that the vision he was seeing was Henry's hair. Oh, Henry... John wet his lips with a brisk brush of his lips and approached the wall where his friend stood, pressing himself in underneath the arm that held the cigar.
"Hello, there." he purred, coiling his arms around his Irish friend's hips. As an afterthought, they might like to continue the game, right...?
Right. "Lord Allaster," John called as the person in closest proximity to Charlie and therefore most convenient. "Continue to show our young squire the ropes, if you please."