"You're a cute drunk, elf." Oliver laughed, pulling his head back so he could look at Edwin's face. "I'll be wearin' what I'm wearin', and then less," he promised. He leaned back so that Edwin could get up, then pulled himself to his feet with a grunt. "Brush your teeth. Bathroom stuff. Drink some water. Get in bed. Scoot." He lingered to make sure Edwin was standing alright on his own, then headed for his dresser. "I gather you've got not issue wearin' somethin' of mine, right?"