While the idea of more drinks sounds appealing, the company is far too good thus far to bother with trying to stumble to his feet. If he's stumbling anywhere after this, he hopes it's to one of theirs for a good shag. Legs bumping under the table, he doesn't try to move his away, and he grins as Grady slowly works it out.

A huff of amused laughter. "Go on, I don't mind. Make sure it's just a normal ciggy," he tells him with a grin. Despite the awful state of things here, he's not sure he's had a night where he's enjoyed himself this much in a while. Running about with Gary and the Legends just isn't the same as all this.

"Only probably? No, don't worry, chief. Not going to send you up in a puff of smoke. I'm betting you use your face for some of your favorite things, anyway."

Clearing a few of the empty bottles away, and the shot glasses that might still have any liquid left, he holds his hand out, palm up and closes it to a fist. His eyes don't close fully but roll to the back of his head as he mutters a quick infernus accersi.

Once said, a small amount of fire engulfs his fist and he opens his palm to cradle the flame, eyes full of mirth.