She's an adorable drunk as she leans on him. The way she's going, he'll have to prop her up by the next pub stop. "Marquess, darling. Dunno why they have t'use such ridiculous titles. I'd've been fine with bein' called the Grand Poobah." Shows exactly how much respect he has for old vampire traditions.

He eyes the two drinks with a dubious expression on his face. "Is one of those supposed t'be fer you?" Uh-huh. Like she's going to have it in her to finish off one more drink.