"Wonderful..." Elijah said to him as he steered the man towards the stairs. As they moved down the hallway, he noticed a decent sized vase. He tossed the flowers and water inside and handed it to him. "In case you get sick again." He explained as he guided him and half carried him up the stairs. "We don't want another mess, do we? It'd be like a trail in a crime scene." He laughed weakly then sighed as perhaps it was weird comment for such a situation.

As he reached the top of the stairs carefully, he looked back towards him curiously at the comment and smiled. "If only you'd said that sober. I'd be making plans for a second date." he laughed weakly and kissed his cheek quickly. Hopefully, in Zechariah's fogged up mind, it would give him something pleasant to remember from the night.

"I've got a lot to clean up before your manservant returns. So, if you need me, you can call me alright?" He said, wanting to make sure he was safe and feeling alright. He had drank quite a lot.

As they walked, and he looked for the bedroom, he took a chance to look around the place. "You do have a lovely home. Perhaps one day you'll show me around." Was it wrong he was carrying around a drunk to his bed and wanting to come see him again?