Side along apparition wasn't ideal in any circumstances, much less when he was already intoxicated, but he did manage to hold onto the contents of his stomach as the pair appeared on the floor of his office. She was laughing, and so he started laughing, too, even though he wasn't sure what was so funny. They were in the clear, though, as far as random interruptions and wandering eyes went, so that was something. He rolled onto his back and made an over exaggerated gesture of relief with one arm, and since he still had the other wrapped securely around her waist this had the side effect of pulling her over on top of him.

"That was close," he said, laughter subsiding into a chuckles as he reached up to run his hands down either side of her, as though he needed to physically ensure she hadn't left anything behind in the other room when they'd apparated away. He was almost entirely unconscious of the fact that this put his hands in close proximity to places they most likely shouldn't be: her shoulders, breasts, ribs, waist, hips, legs. Her clothing was on crooked, but he wasn't sure if that was the fault of the apparition or the crash into the floor or his pulling her over on top of him. "Are you alright?"