If he'd been even half as drunk as he was then, Merlin may have thought that Zach was making good on his, scratch that, was obeying his command and panicked - as it was, he barely knew Zach was even lifting him, his body divorced from the rest of him.
"No, you-!" he paused to let himself be walked into the room and then seemed to pick his thread back up, unable to squirm away from Zach even if he had realised he was being hefted along. "You, you with your hands and grin and you're f-fucking, fucking cock-" he snarled, surprisingly crisp of speech for someone that drunk. "-and your... grabby hands." he said again. Apparently that had stuck with him. "Fuck you, I'm tired of waiting and waiting and fff-fucking waiting... fuck me, fuck me and get it over with."