Henry gestured emphatically towards Knivert. "Listen to this man! He knows what he's talking about! What in bloody hell could be more important right now than getting what looks to be one of the finest blowjobs you have ever received?" He shook his head, utterly confused and still quite drunk.
"In fact, I think that a capital idea!" He did his best to stumble toward a nearby chair, a dancer hanging onto him. "I'd quite fancy one myself. Anthony, I recommend you do the same!"
Charles was still looking in his direction. "Dammit, Charles, you weren't with her then!" he spat.