Marcus, who is perhaps not good at boundaries, is actually surprised John doesn't just upend the bag and go exploring: he wouldn't care, would more than understand the urge. He's about to comment on it, but John's question distracts him. Expression a mixture of impressed and horrified, he reaches backwards to put down the rose and grab a glass off the bedside table without taking his eyes off John. The glass is clean. Okay, the glass has only had water in it. That's clean, water cleans things.

"You've got a bottle of gin and a bottle of vodka between two people, one of whom is fifty-sodding-three, and you're afraid we'll, what, run out?" He's mixing a vodka and coke, which — not his favourite. He used to drink it more, so to him it just tastes like the early 2000s. Not great. The vodka had been a somewhat unorthodox but kindly-meant thanks for the exorcism gift — he couldn't exactly refuse. Ah well, after two doubles, he knows he'll get his taste for it back.