He didn't say it as a question, but in her state, she grinned and nodded. At least she fixed her teeth. "Aye, sir. Properly fecked as Seamus would say." She laughed at her own joke before sweeping a hand inside her home. "Would you care for a drink yerself? Oh, the music -" Leaving the door wide open, she hurriedly stumbled back into the living room where he heard something fall to the floor before the music stopped. "Shite." Lucius didn't think he was supposed to hear the expletive, but she was inebriated to the point that he didn't think he would need to obliviate her if he needed to.