"I am not. You are - hic! - ails tend up," Rémy said with a snort of laughter, likely winding up with dirt up his nose. He staunchly refused to get up off of the ground before growing bored of this and begrudgingly accepting her help.
Once he was back on his feet, the world started spinning. He tried to focus on Louise. Perhaps a little too much.
"You're so beautiful. You're so beautiful, it scares me." he said honestly, before adding, "We need more drinks."