"I am," He assured her with a bit of a groan as he removed the throw pillow under his back, to allow a bit more comfort. Instead he tucked it behind his neck and that proved to make it a little more bearable. Eventually he'd just wind up on the floor or sober up enough to be able to transfigure himself a better situation.

"It's not that, I'll be fine." Really, he wasn't worried about that. He should be worried about her reputation, though they had signed into the inn as a married couple, but realistically, with this much booze flowing through his system, he was keeping himself out of arm's length and that was for the better.

Nemo passed her what he hoped was a reassuring smile over the back of the couch, before settling in again.