Bloody hell!

How many women had Jesse slept alongside that unexpectedly snuggling up to one wasn't enough to immediately rouse him?! She liked to believe that even whilst drunk people had their wits about them enough to deter such a situation, but evidently not. Fallon struggled against his grasp, her hands warm on his chest as she pushed, until she realized she wouldn't escape without the use of magic. Tightening her grip on her wand, Fallon levitated his arm off her, escaped and summoned a pitcher.

If he was going to sleep with a whole plethora of women as he had with her, then she had no regrets about dousing him in frigid water. Fallon dipped her finger in the water to ensure it was icy cold and, once satisfied that it was as cold as the Black Lake, dumped it unceremoniously over his head and back.