If Joseph was being honest, he wanted play with every ringlet until it was completely disheveled. Hair like Rhys' was made to played with.
The alcohol and the feeding had the effect Joseph has hoped for. Although neither Candy nor Rhys looked steady on their feet. Poor dears. He was used to heartier fare than the cute little doll Rhys had chosen.
When Rhys stumbled, Candy did as well. Joseph was quick to reach out and steady them. "I think you've both had enough," he chuckled. "I'll call for my car." It would be ungentlemanly to leave either of them to their own devices.
Sending a quick text to his driver, Joseph wrapped an arm around each of his tipsy companions. He was much stronger than he looked, so he had little trouble holding up/guiding the pair to the towncar as it pulled up to the curb. Letting go of Rhys, Joseph gently picked up Candy and settled her across one of the seats. Then offered the boy a hand in.