If anyone else had been poking and pulling on him, Gio would have gotten extremely self-conscious. As it was, Amelia was allowed without Gio recoiling. She'd seen him looking worse for sure, although he didn't think he looked terrible, just strange. Being in a suit was difficult because he wasn't sure how to act when he was in one – especially not around Glory. Of course, he realized he was lucky to be a guy all things considered, especially when he saw the height of some of the shoes around the dance floor. He hoped Amelia wasn't going to be stomping on any feet in her tipsy state.
"You're punch-drunk," Gio joked, kind of proud of the pun even though it was corny. What was the saying? Puns were the lowest form of humor?
Although Amelia telling him to hold on definitely got some more serious attention, even as he watched her drink it down. Gio wasn't alcohol's biggest fan, although he tended not to get preachy about it – but he wasn't going to encourage Amelia to drink more while he was with her. "Okay, I'm cutting you off after that one," he warned, and then said, with amusement clear in his tone, "I'm not going to be able to hold you up the whole night."
Once Amelia was finished with the punch, Gio reached to take the cup gently out of her hand and confiscate it. "You still owe me a dance, and if you even could dance in your shoes before you won't be able to for much longer if you keep drinking."