Luke wrapped an arm around Alice, holding her tight against him to make sure she didn't slide to the ground. His other hand held the dwindling bottle of Ex Tenrio between them, and he leaned his forehead against hers, the bottle between their lips. One leg kicked up slightly, jostling her body against his and making her giggle again. "No, no, angel. I'm not half bad at all. I'm very much<em>all </em>bad," he said, giggling drunkenly as well.