"I did stop!" Couldn't he tell? He wasn't drinking anymore, was he? Stumbling around with that jug in his hand? He closed his eyes in hopes that it would still everything around him. It didn't. In fact, it made everything worse. He made a growling, angry noise but there wasn't anything that could be done about it. "I don't think that was alcohol," he informed him, still looking cross. "I think it was poison."
He cracked his eyes open slowly and looked up at him slowly. "What are you doing in here?" He asked. "Practicing looking hoighty and smug? You bastard" Draco was smiling though and touched his cheek with the backs of his hands. "It's hot in here...or maybe that's just me being hot." He laughed.