A mental image involving the giant squid with a comedically distressed reindeer at the end of each tentacle flitted through Nikolas' eye, at which he was again compelled to laugh. It was a bit less violent and sudden than the last time, but still would have made it obvious to anyone that he was not at his best right now. He very suddenly aware that his right leg was fast falling asleep, so rather than simply changing position slightly, Nikolas decided now would be the time to stand up. And he did so, very slowly, and proceeded to stride (albeit awkwardly) over to where Daphne's violin case rested.
Nikolas cocked his head to the side and moved into a crouching position, from which it appeared he was struggling to remain balanced. With his hands on the ground in front of him to prevent a topple in either direction, he leaned over the case as though inspecting it - although what he could possibly be inspecting on the lid of an instrument case was anybody's guess.
"Ohhh, come on..." he said, apparently more to the violin case than to Daphne. "Why not, then?"
Moving as though to sit back again, Nikolas rocked back until he landed heavily in a sitting position, looking for a moment like he might just continue on into a supine position. Probably not of his own choice, mind you. He wanted another swallow or two of the stout, but he realized with dismay that he'd left it on the other side of Daphne along with his other things. Instead he leaned forward again and whispered conspiratorially to Daphne's back, "If you're not going to play, it's just going to be a string trio, and no one really seems to care much about those."
He shook his head in a reprimanding manner, though it looked almost more as though he were trying to steady his vision.