"Really?" Duke's eyebrows shot up at the mental image. Apparently it wasn't that boring after all. "Huh. Guess I'm kind of lame in comparison," he said, though the thought of getting something really bad didn't occur to him. Yet. Perhaps he'd make it a game of trying to impress Theodore with some crazy hex or injury one day.
"Oh, I wasn't going to ask you to have a drink. Not that I think this counts as me being your patient since there's no fancy paperwork going on," he motioned with his hand in the air, waving where the quill and parchment might be had there been any.
Duke gathered himself and stood though he wasn't even going to try to put his pants back on. What was the point? "But," he started, "if you were too tired to floo, there are plenty of extra beds." He took Theodore by the arm and started bringing him back out to the living room. He and Bomba were both drunken snugglers though he didn't want to embarrass himself or anything.