"I'm not going to have sex with you when you're piss loaded," Zacharias said, and he even chuckled at the thought. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over, touching Merlin's hair, brushing it away from his forehead.
"I wouldn't worry about that. You're not going to fall for me, Merlin. You don't even like me, remember," he said, as if trying to cheer him up, or comfort him, or something else like that. "I've already said I'll leave you alone." Merlin was the one who had come over, but the alcohol likely had a lot to do with that.
"You need to sleep it off." He rose then, and left the bedroom, only to return a minute or so later, with a glass of water and a vial. "When you wake up, take this. It will make your hangover less severe, okay?"