"But it is the cesspool in which we now live, so we must make our peace with it. Or install a filtration system of some kind. Perhaps introduce algae or other beneficial cleaning species." R continued his assault, turning his raspberries into playful nips and kisses, which finally morphed into sucking a hickey into his shoulder. "I am a leech," he mumbled into Enjolras' skin.
"Ah, the Americans aren't so bad, sometimes. They did name their most beloved of foods - the fry - after us, which was kind of them after all we have done for them over the years. And all the things we did to them. But that is water under the bridge now and we are made up, in a sense. Although we can still beat them with baguettes, if you so decide at a later date."
R was glad that Enjolras seemed to be just as content to lie on the floor with him, because he highly doubted that either of them would be able to get themselves up in their present state. Thankfully, he'd managed to keep his wand in his pocket (and there was a joke in there somewhere, he was sure, though it was beyond his reach at the moment) so he was able to pull it out and summon another bottle of alcohol to them.