Much had been all ready to keep talking to Leila about how utterly weird Peitho had been, but then a very pretty man handed him a drink. Like, Much didn't really swing that way, but you had to admit. "Cheers," he grinned, raising the cocktail to his lips as he turned back to look at Leila, shooting daggers with her eyes. "It's one drink," he said, giving her one of his most award winning grins after drinking half the glass. "What's the worst that could happen?"