Oh sweet Merlin's beard, he was so gone he was confusing her for someone else, obviously. Going on about theatrical training? How was he even upright?

"I think you've had a little too much to drink, chap." She offered a better explanation. "I'm not sure we've ever met, so calling me, "my love" feels a little forward, don't you think?" He must have been half a bottle in to be so forward. Or maybe she did look like someone he knew and was more familiar with. It was a little sad, but there wasn't much she could do about it other than try to get him to leave her alone. "Maybe you ought to speak to the staff about some floo powder to get home safe." It wasn't foolproof, and he was being pretty foolish, but Gem though it to be safer than trying to apparate or walk to wherever he needed to be.