Beckett nodded as she commented on the staff. "I should wonder if they aren't flattened by the end of the evening." He was pretty agile, but not while carrying a tray full of liquids. It wasn't often he thought of the skill household staff possessed, but certainly they were not lacking.

Mrs. Crouch gave him a hint at the drink and Becks had to resist pulling a fact. He did not need his drinks to taste like candy, in fact he enjoyed the burn of the alcohol as it went down. "I have not," Becks chuckled as he peered into the glass uncertainly. "I prefer my liquor straight, but alas, this will do for the moment." He had a bottle of the good stuff waiting for him at home, he just needed to find some company to enjoy it with. "Cheers, to you Mrs. Crouch," Beckett raised his glass and took a sip, nearly overwhelmed by the sweetness of it. This time he did pull a face that turned pouty.

"That is certainly something," When the pucker had dissipated, he turned a better smile upon Mrs. Crouch, noticing that she looked lovely indeed this evening. "Have you misplaced Mr. Crouch?" He couldn't see the other man in his quick scan, but wasn't sure he actually remembered what the bloke looked like either. Becks had always been better with ladies faces than gents.