"Some of us know our limits, Eward. And some of us know them and choose to ignore them." He adds, pouring a generous measure for the other and holding it out to him. "A glass or two will take you up, and then you won't have to hide away in the night like a cripple." He explains, setting the glass down.
"I was sent for by your staff, who tried to wake you, but said you slept sounder than the dead. I have come to drag you out of this den of debauchery and take you to confession." Harry teases, face, however, blank as he studies the wine in his glass, "But as you are in an unfit state, you will have to confess your sins to me. Did you find anything of interest last night?"