Setting the drink down, Marluxia turned back in his seat, balancing himself with both gloved hands on his chair to keep from falling over. Which, he had found, he was becoming in danger of doing. And that would not do at all. Falling ass over heels was not exactly the most cultured thing to do in public, intoxicated or no.

Not that he was actually aware of his constant swaying.

He took a moment before answering, instead blinking a few times before leaning in his chair, into the other Nobody. "Then what do you want me to do to make it up to you?"