[ their touch only makes him melt against them more; he sighs happily, despite his tipsy complaints, relishing the rare delight of having them baby him a little bit, even if it only comes when he's had enough wine to take his pride down a few notches. Normally, he'd be more cognizant of their difference in size, but right now, he seems perfectly happy to drape all over their delicate frame, warm and eager to monopolize their space.

He's... probably still listening. He's still Lupin, after all. ]

I told you, you've made me a fool. Even a magnificent man like me has his worries... [ but he's smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looks up at them sideways from their shoulder. ] ... I know. I believe you. I really do.

[ tomorrow, he's going to regret not responding more seriously to this heartfelt confirmation of their feelings. but tonight's Lupin isn't concentrating that hard; he only hears them reassuring his drunken concerns and feels their fingers in his hair. He'll have to make it up to them later. For now, he gives a small, somewhat self-deprecating chuckle. ]

God, but you're too good. Listen to you, humoring me. Cairn, you're nothing short of perfection.