"Yes, quite. Likely a dose of a potion he reacted poorly too." He didn't usually get resigned fellow-feeling from a mention of magic, which really made Stephen wish he could get a look at the fellow who was helping intervene in this matter. But the strangers arms were wrapped too tight around him, and his head was jammed in at an awkward angle, too.
At the words, the naked man blubbered, "I love the whole world!" and reached out to fling an arm around the other person who professed affection for him. As this took some of his weight off Stephen and even freed an arm, Stephen was grateful.
He showed it the best way he knew how, by reaching out and laying his fingertips on the man's forehead, murmuring a common sleep spell...that did absolutely nothing. "The potion must have impacted his hypothalamus," Stephen mused. "Fascinating." For a neurosurgeon-turned-sorcerer, at least.