"Oh, for..." Throwing his hands up dramatically, Cuthbert rolled his eyes and darted after her. She wasn't the only one who was fast, and he was not only less drunk but also less liable to lose his balance even if he'd been completely wasted. "Why did I think wine was a good idea?"

He grabbed for her shoulders with both hands, ducking in front of her and making eye contact. "Bed. Now. Or I'm carrying you there, and if I throw my back out, it'll be your fault."