Malcolm didn't even keep himself from putting a hand to his head, fingers rubbing brief circles. This would result in a headache for certain--though thankfully not nearly as big a one as his friend here would have come morning. "Whiskey goggles then, my mistake. You look as though you've had more than enough this evening, wouldn't you say?" Wouldn't want him kicked out after hours and then get picked up for something so inane was being out late. And drunk as a bloody skunk.