L blinked, sitting still on the floor with the spilled punch soaking into the knees of his jeans. He seemed unable to believe what had just happened, or at least as surprised as if the chair itself had pitched him onto the tile. "That hurt, Kain!" he said in injured tones. "But... you're really strong, and forceful.... I like that, in a man..." he raised himself unsteadily, hugging Kain affectionately and placing an uncoordinated kiss in the general vicinity of his shoulder before scooping his now-drunk fox out of the punch bowl.
L had the sneaking suspicion that he'd deeply regret all of this tomorrow. At least Blythe was blind, and couldn't see any of this... but Kain appeared to tolerate alcohol well enough to be pissed off. If he got hurt tonight, at least he probably wouldn't remember the pain...