"Light on my feet," Don Juan teased. More like entirely off them at the moment the drink had hit him; if he hadn't grabbed on to this fellow he would have been on the floor in the puddle of goo, which would have been much less dignified a retreat. In any case, his own coat wasn't in much trouble as it turned out. Only a thin coat of slime, and the color was dark enough it barely showed. Still, it was sticky and he imagined it might smell, so he started running a sink full of water and crumpled it in the bottom all the same.

As to the other man, he did seem far worse for wear. That was a white shirt...or it had been, once. "Well, you never know," he said, trying to stay optimistic until it was no longer possible. "Maybe with some magic before it sets in. Take it off, let's see," he said. His tone was casual, as he didn't think twice of shedding clothing in a gender-specific space (clearly), but it occurred to him after he said it that some people might. Not many people who frequented the Velvet Veil, though... this wasn't a club for prudes, but he didn't look like a regular visitor either. At least not one that Don Juan recognized. "Are you new here?"

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