Holmes bustles back in carrying a tray with two glasses and a pitcher of water. One glass holds a stiff helping of brandy. He makes an exasperated (but somewhat amused) chuffing sound when he sees Severus standing (swaying) by the chair. He sets the tray down and takes him by the elbow. "Come now Clayborn, take a chair. After all, that why it's there." Having settled his guest, he picks up the glass of brandy and hands it to him. "Here we go now. Take a sip. Careful, you don't want to drip." He hasn't realised yet that he's speaking in rhyme.
We'll just have to play by ear. I seem to be able to manage a bit of rhyme this morning (not enough coffee yet?), but I don't know how long it'll last.