Normally, it would be the other way around. Helenus still pinned to the couch, though he would be the one worrying about his partner's alcoholic content. Be that as it were, Helenus was far too gone to even remember how much he'd had, even if he actually cared to think back that far.
But thinking back that far always led right back to the source of the problem. "Cassandra," he muttered. He huffed indignantly, and tried struggling to get himself up, to little avail. He shot another glare at Neo. "No, I don't want you to kill anyone, yet, unless that includes me."
He paused, trying to keep the potential slurring at a minimum. "And get the fuck off me. Please."