Duke finally allowed hismelf to lean forward, taking the arm on his shoulders as something of an invitation. He knew it wasn't a I'm-forgetting-the-girlfriend kind of invitation, but one that allowed at least a little space. His chest pushed into Marek's and he let out a "Mmm," against the boy's neck with closed eyes. Duke was still heavily intoxicated so some of his advances weren't entirely his fault, but it felt really good to take a break from the party.
"Well first of all," he began, so used to being not sober that speaking wasn't much of an issue, "I'm not one to give up a challenge. What kind of person would I be if I gave up after one try?" Duke offered a wide grin, looking back up at Marek. "And it's just you," he shrugged. For him, that was all the explaining he needed to do.