"I'm sure you coul--" Alastor had to pause because his mind had stopped to consider the practical logistics of a single man taking two...and bloody hell, how had she managed to get him ponder a question like that in the first place. "Damnation," he swore under his breath.
Chuckling softly, he smirked slightly. "I thought we might start with toasting the man who actually did the curing -- or at least in his honour." He moved to take a seat beside her on the lounge. "Something more romantic could be included as a second toast, if you like."