Patrick was very attractive. And in possession of excellent taste when it came to hats. The swift antler-giving side was just evidence of his speed with a wand and passionate nature. Far more of a turn-on than a turn-off, all things considered. Though purely in a comparison-driven nature, of course. If Mikey were to be harbouring any more attractions he would be fancying half the staff. And that was just not done in fine British institutions such as their own.
He eyed Adam suspiciously. It seemed oddly like the bottle was being held from him purposely. As if Adam did not want him to become further inebriated and joyful. He was debating whether to feel upset or cross about such a turn of events when Adam relented and handed it over.
Mikey smiled happily, all previous thoughts of betrayal shelved. Now all he had to do was make sure he drank from the right end. "Name me more than one Muggle with a hat and a pipe," he said solemnly when he was done taking another gulp of whatever fine distilled liquid it was they that were partaking in. "English or American, as I'm feeling generous."
He was also feeling hungry. And that nice-looking cake was going to go to an undeserving home if he wasn't there to eat it. "You can watch as I eat?" he suggested. "Look, there's jelly." He could see it wobbling temptingly in his mind and he needed to claim it for himself. No-one else would love it like he would.