He has finished his own as well by this point, setting the glass to the side on the table. "I have," and he, too, is trying for light but not quite achieving it. He glances to the side, uncertain, and then picks up Laertes' hand to press a brief kiss to it, almost as though he would for a young lady. He tilts his head at an angle, to hold the other young man's gaze for a brief moment, eyes serious and full of a hungry sort of fire. "My answer is yes. I would have you, as sober as you'd like."